Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

You
bein humbles
Tru mast' on da like that y'know?
Been in this rap game for the past
bullets 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 talkin'
Rhymes, for line, numero uno
Who the I don't know
it

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

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

Give back his mother gave him, mother made him
And now she can't even save him, blaze 'em
Send him to his restin'
Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Final

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all know

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

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

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

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

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

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all niggaz

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

Tis the seazon for ducks and my pen's
Leavin' kids barely breathin' for
Famished lack of eatin' and lack of teachin'
Banished from Rhyme and Reason for high

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

Ain't no stoppin' you start me, John Jay
your card, mayday, mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God, and now payday
Take it how ya wanna take it, fully 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
others fake it

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

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all know