Luyện nghe bài hát Masochist

(Verse 1)
Everything for a reason
And my reason to be's to see happen for a reason One event to the next
It's like I'm stuck at the box office with every my clock tosses
my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost causes
I've been mocked and accosted, to the that I got nauseous
Though my flow's been plugged to stop faucets
I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the
And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that I get from
protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship
But both my coats are ripped and I can't to decide on clothes that fit
this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it
Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever hurt with
This curse, this evil urge I for verses
Is one of my real perversions
I seal my curtains I write, I feel disturbance from the light
I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to it's perfect
And words I with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot
They hear me rock off of the top
There's pitfalls in my socks, so I with caution
halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I lost it

(Chorus 2X)
If I gotta for the rest of my life
I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah)
Cause I hate the way you me
But I can't get enough of your

(Verse 2)
And who the am I supposed to be?
A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of
I be holding heat to pose for the streets
A total If I said my name was 'Tony' would you know it's me?
Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease these bolder beats
But the flow's too cheap to pay for
And in the throws of grief I choke and
with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm watching bills build up
I'm nice with a day-job, these niggaz write all day and still
And yet they clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts
I kill dubs, but I don't have the mills to pay for pub
My love melts on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex play it
Who you expect to say this if I don't?
What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his
I'm for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market
Fuck art, cause thugs aren't the smartest
And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems are acting up
And I it was half the battle, just to have the love
And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's
It seems I'm cruising, and still using these crooked stones for wheels
And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the appeal
Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme a toast to heal

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I've so many facets of life, just to achieve this
Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements
My family suffered a grievance when we discussed I was
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it crushed all their feelings
something appeasing in the corruption of demons
Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from
But up, months it's exceeded
Peeling the scabs off of cuts are bleeding
I ain't had it as tough as Jesus
This shit doesn't compete or even touches he did
But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my teens fucking depleted
Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of
But, please, would god really want me snuffing emcees, (Ha)
I be conceited, right?
Well, I'm balanced out by the of self-esteem
I've since I've learned how to read & write
Overcompensation spelled relief the rhyme schemes are tight
Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 die
(SOB! SOB!) Feel bad for the rap
But pour your soul into for responses that's half-hearted
Terminate relationships on the of past hardships
And then you'll see why every like another line on my scarred wrist
light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness
It's impossible to my lips, when I have to spit
I try to swim away, but I keep getting back in this
Come to find my arms automatically backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist

(Outro 3X)
If I gotta for the rest of my life
Then I'm gon' turn the cheek (yeah)
Cause I the way you hurt me
But I can't get enough of love