Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

You
bein humbles
Tru mast' on da track that y'know?
Been in rap game for like the past
Four now, y'know?
bids, yea yea
I done peeped a lotta come through
cats, stray cats, ha ha
Top cats with top hats, ya know what I'm
But it all boils down to this, we lyrics
Rhymes, for line, numero uno
Who the best? I know
it

Flame on, I rain fire, when Johnny
I'm shocking like live wire, you been warned
I prolong next chamber to make it strong
And all them doubters wrong

'em softly with this song, addin' on
Let toes get they tag on, dead 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 him, mother made him
And now she can't even him, Johnny blaze 'em
him to his final restin'
Back to the essence, of Death, The Final Lesson

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all know

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

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

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

Iron since I was young and not knowin'
Where the 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 street soldier, I'm watchin'
And time watchin' me colder, Reaper
Breathin' on my shoulder
Waitin' for the day to take me over, take me

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all niggaz

That you can touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
tryin' to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm
Mama there'd be days like this

Tis the for ducks and my pen's bleedin'
kids barely breathin' for sneak-thievin'
Famished lack of eatin' and lack of teachin'
Banished from Rhyme and for high treason

Can it be that the kid with the knees
Got G to make a grown man cop
For this track I got a like Starsky
Blow until I drop Tical Part 3

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

I learned the 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, 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