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

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

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

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

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