Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

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

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

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

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

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all know

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

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

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

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

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

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all niggaz

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

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

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

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

I learned the hard way, ain't sacred
In world, time to face it, Johnny basic
Instinct, I'm sure to it
others fake it

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

Toture, toture,
Motherfuckin'
Y'all niggaz