Luyện nghe bài hát Masochist

(Verse 1)
Everything happens for a
And my reason to be's to see shit for a reason One event to the next
It's like I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock
Into my face, 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 to stop faucets
I've thought often about tossing awesome gift to the wind
And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend I get from within
I've 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
Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm if it'll all be worth it
this is what everyone in my life has ever been hurt with
This curse, this urge I feel for verses
Is one of my life's real
I seal my curtains when I write, I feel from the light
I with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect
And words I with purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot
rather hear me rock off of the top
There's pitfalls in my socks, so I with caution
Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I it

(Chorus 2X)
If I fight for the rest of my life
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 am I supposed to be?
A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of
Should I be holding heat to pose for the
A total phoney? If I said my name was would you know it's me?
Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these beats
But the flow's too cheap to pay for
And in the of grief I choke and breathe
Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I know if we both believe
I scope the scene, and I'm watching bills build up
I'm nice with a day-job, 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 mills to pay for pub
My love melts on occasion
Cause brainwashed niggaz only feelin' my track if or Flex will play it
Who you expect to say this shit if I
What? Cause I wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his playlists
I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are when you're 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 half the battle, just to have the
And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's
It I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels
And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the appeal
Like stolen Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve
From Love & definitive reason, to trust in
My family suffered a grievance we discussed I was leaving
Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably all their feelings
There's something appeasing in the corruption of
me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks from succeeding
But times up, months exceeded
Peeling the scabs off of cuts are bleeding
I ain't had it as tough as Jesus
This doesn't compete or even touches what he did
But, will I be by 33? Cause my teens were fucking depleted
with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens
But, please, god really want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha)
I be conceited, right?
Well, I'm balanced out by the of self-esteem
I've felt since I've learned how to read &
Overcompensation spelled relief when the schemes are tight
I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 people die
(SOB! SOB!) bad for the rap artist?
But pour soul into something for responses that's half-hearted
Terminate on the basis of past hardships
And then you'll see why every review's like another on my scarred wrist
This light-hearted voice 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
Come to find my arms automatically 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 can't get enough of love