Luyện nghe bài hát Masochist

(Verse 1)
Everything for a reason
And my reason to be's to see shit happen for a 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 point that I got
Though my flow's been plugged enough to faucets
I've thought often about tossing this gift to the wind
And start crossing over to sin with intention to blend that I get from within
protected my skin with a thin layer of pride and showmanship
But both my coats are ripped and I seem to decide on clothes that fit
Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be it
Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt
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 the surface to reveal it's perfect
And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the
They hear me rock off of the top
There's pitfalls in my socks, so I walk caution
Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I it

(Chorus 2X)
If I gotta fight for the of my life
Then I'm gon' the other cheek (yeah)
I hate the way you hurt me
But I get enough of your love

(Verse 2)
And who the am I supposed to be?
A holy priest holding a rosary? type of bold stoic Moses of poetry?
Should I be heat to pose for the streets
A total phoney? If I said my was 'Tony' would you know it's me?
Supposedly, T-O-N-E with ease over these bolder beats
But the flow's too to pay for groceries
And in the throws of grief I choke and
Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm watching bills build up
I'm nice a day-job, these niggaz write all day and still suck
And yet they fill clubs, a trillion and feel sluts
I kill dubs, but I don't the mills to pay for real pub
My chilled love on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex play it
Who you to say this shit if I don't?
What? Cause I don't be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists
I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse 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 a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's real
It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using these stones for wheels
And when you know the deal, it evoke the most appeal
Like Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I've so many facets of life, just to achieve this
From & definitive reason, to trust in agreements
My family suffered a when we discussed I was leaving
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their
There's something in the corruption of demons
Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of from succeeding
But times up, months it's
Peeling the off of cuts that are bleeding
knowing I ain't had it as as Jesus
This shit compete or even touches what he did
But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my teens were depleted
Blessed with a gift, to assist in the destruction of heathens
But, please, would god really want me emcees, then? (Ha)
I must be conceited,
Well, I'm balanced out by the lack of
I've felt since I've learned how to & write
Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme are tight
Then I feel the weight of a life when 5, 000 people die
(SOB! SOB!) bad for the rap artist?
But pour your soul into something for responses that's
Terminate relationships on the basis of hardships
And then you'll see why every review's another line on my scarred wrist
This light-hearted becomes jailed by the darkness
It's impossible to my lips, when I have to spit
I try to swim away, but I keep dragged back in this
to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist

(Outro 3X)
If I gotta fight for the of my life
Then I'm gon' turn the other (yeah)
I hate the way you hurt me
But I get enough of your love