Luyện nghe bài hát John Cena - Untouchables (John Cena)

[John
The cat whose style is right
I can be for the smooth and silent type
My violence bites tight like it was teeth
I'm hammerin chief, opponents with beef, put to sleep
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm again
It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the
Warpin your frame to convex ill techs
flex, kill specs on cassette decks
Mic checks, and tight reps, all live bets
We'll see how the lights get
The illest attack, I fight artillery Jack
And physically smack verbally humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
Music moves in cycles, progression
Thugonomics lesson is taught records are bought
for lies and fillers, nowadays
Gorillas make scrilla if the correct
All you need is a hook, and a to collect
Lack but respect MC's before me
Don't the back heat but the streets, can't ignore me
Hands nice, I your wigpiece, leave your hard rep soft
Just like when left the Big East..

[Chorus
that
Y'all my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
the mainstream

I calculate the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the scene decides that,
raps through divine contact
The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, clever
We find photo ID below the letters
Your rhymes are general played, blank
Your eyes was blinded by the signs of banks
You lost focus of function
'Member when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The mainstream clean
Then the industry became the same dream
And I leaned below the scene
Mappin out the future schemes
To sweep through the lethal, to meet you
too, editorial restrictions
Cause labels candy-ass rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The last talented cats that lost they
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that sell
Cause executives and schemes
Designed rims, and music, and bed in jail
I know the veterans can tell, I see the image
Mainstream acts is
I want hard beats, basslines, and that's vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin and boy it's livid
I want it, I breathe it, I it
I cornered the and I bring destruction
You worth your weight, never mind the cost of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the duction of
Rhyme forever, but born out the 7 iller proud to in

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