Luyện nghe bài hát Masochist

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

(Chorus 2X)
If I fight for the rest of my life
Then I'm gon' turn the cheek (yeah)
I hate the way you hurt me
But I can't get enough of love

(Verse 2)
And who the hell am I to be?
A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of stoic Moses of poetry?
Should I be holding heat to pose for the
A total phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' 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 and breathe
Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm these bills build up
I'm nice with a day-job, these write all day and still suck
And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel
I kill dubs, but I don't have the mills to pay for pub
My chilled love on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only my track if Clue or Flex will 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 searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when hard to market
Fuck art, cause thugs the smartest targets
And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems are acting up
And I thought it was 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 still using these crooked stones for wheels
And you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal
stolen 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 feelings
There's something in the corruption of demons
Feeding me vehemently delusions of bucks from succeeding
But up, months it's exceeded
Peeling the scabs off of cuts that are
knowing I had it as tough as Jesus
This shit doesn't compete or touches what he did
But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my teens fucking depleted
Blessed a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens
But, please, would god want me snuffing 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
spelled relief when the rhyme schemes 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 for responses that's half-hearted
relationships on the basis of past hardships
And then you'll see why every review's like another line on my wrist
This light-hearted voice becomes by the darkness
It's impossible to trap my lips, I have to spit
I try to swim away, but I keep dragged back in this
Come to my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist

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