Luyện nghe bài hát John Cena - Untouchables (John Cena)

[John
The untouchable cat whose is right
I can be for the smooth and silent type
My bites tight like it was vampire's teeth
I'm hammerin chief, opponents beef, you're put to sleep
My radical brain, run your terrain, I'm comin again
It's and plain, you're hurtin, there's no numbin the pain
Warpin frame to convex with ill techs
Still flex, kill specs on decks
Mic checks, and reps, collect all live bets
We'll see how the lights get
The illest attack, I fight with Jack
And physically smack them humble
You stumble and fumble, so I gain
Music moves in cycles, natural
Thugonomics lesson is when records are bought
Analyzed for lies and fillers,
Gorillas scrilla if the market's correct
All you need is a hook, and a hand to
Lack but respect MC's before me
Don't blast the heat but the streets, can't ignore me
Hands nice, I your wigpiece, leave your hard rep soft
Just like Miami left the Big East..

*scratched*]
Bust
Y'all my steez, yo we raisin the bar
Assassinate the
know my steez, Trademark and John Cena
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, yo we the bar
Assassinate the
Y'all know my steez, Trademark and John
Assassinate the

I calculate between the hi-hat, the
The slideback, the scene that, Trademark
designed raps divine contact
The synpase to climb a syntax error/era, clever
We Trademark's photo ID below the letters
Your rhymes are general played, minimal
Your was blinded by the signs of federal banks
You your focus of function
'Member when MC's used to spit and say (shit) that meant somethin
The remained clean
Then the corporate became the same dream
And I leaned back the scene
Mappin out the future schemes
To through the streets lethal, to meet you
Delete too, editorial
Cause labels need rappers so the populars can listen
Not the caste
The last talented cats that lost they
Real raps end up gratis on mixtapes that never sell
executives and marketing schemes
Designed rims, hoes and music, and bed in
I the veterans can tell, I see through the image
Mainstream acts is
I want hard beats, basslines, and that's vivid
A voice within it, tellin me real rap is back and boy it's livid
I want it, I breathe it, I it
I cornered the scene and I destruction
You ain't worth your weight, never the cost of post-production
Introduction of Trademark, the poet
Through the duction of
forever, but born out the 7 iller proud to beat in

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