Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

You
bein humbles
Tru on da track like that y'know?
in this rap game for like the past
Four now, y'know?
bids, yea yea
I peeped a lotta cats come through
Courageous cats, cats, ha ha
Top cats top hats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But it all boils down to this, we lyrics
Rhymes, for line, numero uno
Who the best? I don't
it

Flame on, I fire, when Johnny Storm
I'm shocking like live wire, you have been
I prolong this chamber to make it strong
And prove all them wrong

'em softly with this song, addin' on
Let them toes get they tag on, men run no marathons
On my shift, shootin' gift, knowin' he snitched
On the telethon, his lips, sinkin' the ship

Give back what his mother gave him, mother him
And now she can't save him, Johnny blaze 'em
Send him to his final
to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final Lesson

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all know

Who got John Blaze shit? my dick to get famous
So I switch to Dangerous
to my torture chambers
Torture chambers John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?

I know Def Jam, but think clearly
I made it possible for y'all cats to near me
Keep your enemies, close and your closer
I slam just like my culture on all

Dead that, straight off the rack with this one
You get playin' Nix-on, Hot Biscuit
Stand back, don't make me spit one, and paint
On the walls of your mental, hot lead from out these pencils

Iron lung since I was and not knowin'
the next meal was comin' from, been troublesome
To all those a threat
If I go, gotta go next, y'all niggaz know

The code of the soldier, I'm watchin' time
And time watchin' me colder, Grim
Breathin' death on my
for the day to take me over, take me over

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all niggaz

That you can touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryin' to fuck my hoe,
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm
Mama said be days like this

Tis the seazon for ducks and my bleedin'
Leavin' kids barely breathin' for
Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of
from Rhyme and Reason for high treason

Can it be that the kid with the knot
Got G to a grown man cop plea
For track I got a lovebug like Starsky
back until I drop Tical Part 3

Ain't no stoppin' when you start me, Jay
Pullin' card, mayday, mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God, and now payday
Take it how ya wanna it, fully clothed or butt-naked

I the hard way, ain't nuttin' sacred
In this world, time to it, Johnny basic
Instinct, I'm sure to it
While others it

Fuck the spotlight, G O D already got
Say you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, one goes out, to all you trout-fish
niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all niggaz