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

[John
The untouchable cat whose style is
I can be mistaken for the smooth and type
My violence bites like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, with beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, will run your terrain, I'm again
It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, there's no the pain
Warpin frame to convex with ill techs
flex, kill specs on cassette decks
Mic checks, and tight reps, collect all bets
see how bright the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with artillery
And physically smack them humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
Music in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics lesson is taught when records are
for lies and fillers, nowadays
Gorillas make scrilla if the market's
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack cred but respect MC's 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 Miami the Big East..

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

I calculate between the hi-hat, the
The slideback, the decides that, Trademark
raps through divine contact
The synpase to climb a error/era, define clever
We find Trademark's photo ID below the
Your rhymes are general played, minimal
Your eyes was by the signs of federal banks
You lost focus of function
'Member back MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The mainstream remained
Then the industry became the same dream
And I leaned back the scene
Mappin out the future warfare
To sweep the streets lethal, to meet you
Delete too, editorial
Cause labels need candy-ass so the populars can listen
Not the system
The last talented cats lost they status
Real raps end up gratis tracks on mixtapes never 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 hard beats, basslines, and lyrics that's vivid
A voice within it, me real rap is comin back and boy it's livid
I want it, I breathe it, I it
I cornered the scene and I destruction
You ain't worth your weight, never the cost of post-production
of Trademark, the poet laureate
Through the duction of
forever, but born out the 7 iller proud to beat in

[Chorus] - to fade