Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

You
Through bein
Tru mast' on da track like that
Been in this rap for like the past
bullets now, y'know?
bids, yea yea
I done a lotta cats come through
cats, stray cats, ha ha
Top with top hats, ya know what I'm sayin'?
But it all boils to this, we talkin' lyrics
Rhymes, for line, numero uno
Who the I don't know
it

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

Killin' 'em with this song, addin' on
Let them toes get tag on, dead men run no marathons
On my shift, shootin' that gift, knowin' he
On the telethon, runnin' his lips, sinkin' the

Give back what his gave him, mother made him
And now she even save him, Johnny blaze 'em
Send him to his restin'
Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all know

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

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

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

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

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

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all know

That you can never touch my flow, go and hate me
Still to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm
Mama said there'd be like this

Tis the seazon for ducks and my pen's
Leavin' kids breathin' for sneak-thievin'
Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of
Banished from and Reason for high treason

Can it be the kid with the knot knees
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' you start me, John Jay
Pullin' card, mayday, mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God, and now payday
it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked

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

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

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all niggaz