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

[John
The untouchable cat whose style is
I can be for the smooth and silent type
My violence tight 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 comin
It's simple and plain, you're hurtin, no numbin the pain
Warpin your frame to convex ill techs
Still flex, 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
moves in cycles, natural progression
Thugonomics lesson is taught records are bought
Analyzed for lies and fillers,
make scrilla if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a to collect
Lack but respect MC's before me
Don't blast the back but the streets, can't ignore me
Hands nice, I rock your wigpiece, leave hard rep soft
Just like when left the Big East..

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Bust
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
the mainstream
Y'all my steez, Trademark and John Cena
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
the mainstream
Y'all know my steez, 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, define
We find Trademark's ID below the letters
Your rhymes are played, minimal blank
eyes was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You lost your focus of
'Member back when used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The remained clean
Then the industry became the same dream
And I back below the scene
Mappin out the future warfare
To sweep the streets lethal, to meet you
Delete too, editorial
labels need candy-ass rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The talented cats that lost they status
Real end up gratis tracks on mixtapes that never sell
Cause executives and schemes
rims, hoes and music, and bed in jail
I the veterans can tell, I see through the image
acts is timid
I want hard beats, basslines, and that's vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is comin back and boy it's
I want it, I breathe it, I it
I cornered the scene and I destruction
You ain't worth your weight, never mind the of post-production
Introduction of Trademark, the laureate
Through the of reason
forever, but born out the 7 iller proud to beat in

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