Luyện nghe bài hát Masochist

(Verse 1)
Everything happens for a
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 second my clock tosses
Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and lost
I've mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous
Though my flow's been enough to stop faucets
I've thought often about tossing this gift to the wind
And start crossing over to sin this intention to blend that I get from within
I've protected my skin with a thin of pride and showmanship
But both my are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit
Supposing this rap shit actually off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it
Cause this is everyone in my life has ever been hurt with
curse, this evil urge I feel for verses
Is one of my real perversions
I seal my when 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 reveal it's
And I wield with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot
They rather hear me off of the top
There's in my socks, so I walk with caution
Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I it

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

(Verse 2)
And who the hell am I to be?
A priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry?
Should I be holding to pose for the streets
A total phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' you know it's me?
Supposedly, flow 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 and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm watching bills build up
I'm with a day-job, these niggaz 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 to pay for real pub
My love melts on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if Clue or will play it
Who you to say this shit if I don't?
What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash his playlists
I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to
art, cause thugs aren't the smartest targets
And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems are acting up
And I thought it was half the battle, to have the love
And pack a truckload of skills, are ill and yo, it's real
It I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels
And when you know the deal, it doesn't the most appeal
Like stolen Kosher Meals, propose a toast to heal

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve
From Love & reason, to trust in agreements
My family suffered a grievance when we I was leaving
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably all their feelings
There's something in the corruption of demons
Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks succeeding
But times up, it's exceeded
the scabs off of cuts that are bleeding
knowing I ain't had it as 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 of heathens
But, please, would god want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha)
I be conceited, right?
Well, I'm balanced out by the lack of
I've felt since I've how to read & write
Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme are tight
Then I feel the of a cheapened life when 5, 000 people die
(SOB! SOB!) bad for the rap artist?
But pour your soul into for responses that's half-hearted
Terminate relationships on the basis of past
And then see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist
This light-hearted becomes jailed by the darkness
It's impossible to trap my lips, when I to spit
I try to swim away, but I keep getting back in this
Come to find my automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist

(Outro 3X)
If I gotta fight for the 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 love