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

[John
The untouchable cat whose is right
I can be mistaken for the smooth and type
My bites tight like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, opponents with beef, you're put to
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm again
It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no the pain
Warpin your to convex with ill techs
Still flex, kill specs on decks
Mic checks, and reps, collect all live bets
We'll see how bright the get
The illest attack, I fight with artillery
And physically smack verbally humble
You stumble and fumble, so I posession
moves in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics lesson is taught when records are
Analyzed for and fillers, nowadays
make scrilla if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack cred but respect MC's me
Don't blast the heat but the streets, can't ignore me
Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, your hard rep soft
like when Miami left the Big East..

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

I between the hi-hat, the bassline
The slideback, the scene that, Trademark
raps through divine contact
The synpase to a syntax error/era, define clever
We find photo ID below the letters
rhymes are general played, minimal blank
Your eyes was blinded by the signs of federal
You lost your of function
'Member back when MC's used to spit and say (shit) meant somethin
The remained clean
Then the corporate industry became the same
And I leaned below the scene
Mappin out the future schemes
To sweep the streets lethal, to meet you
Delete too, editorial
Cause labels need rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The talented cats that lost they status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that sell
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, and music, and bed in jail
I the veterans can tell, I see through the image
acts is timid
I want beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy it's
I it, I breathe it, I live it
I the scene and I bring destruction
You ain't worth your weight, never the cost of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the of reason
Rhyme forever, but out the 7 iller proud to beat in

- repeat to fade