Luyện nghe bài hát Torture

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

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

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

back what his mother gave him, mother made him
And now she can't even save him, Johnny 'em
him to his final restin'
Back to the essence, Faces of Death, The Lesson

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all niggaz

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

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

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

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

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

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all know

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

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

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

Ain't no when you start me, John Jay
Pullin' card, mayday, mayday
owe they life to God, and now it's payday
Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or

I learned the 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 you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one out, to all you trout-fish
Cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your

Toture, toture,
torture
Y'all niggaz