Luyện nghe bài hát Basic Thugonomics - John Cena

"So... you think untouchable?"

John Cena - scratched by DJ Chaos]
Word life! This is thugonomics
This is ba-basic
life! {*scratching*}
"I'm untouchable, but I'm you to feel me" - Esoteric
Word life! This is
thugo-{*scratch*}-thugo-{*scratch*}-thugonomics
Word life!
"I'm untouchable, but I'm forcin you to feel me" -

[Verse One: John
fightin, or spittin, my discipline is unforgiven
Got you up, in a defensive position
An anthem, heavyweight or bantam
Holdin camps for ransom, the microphone
Teams hit the floor, the new fight joint
Like a broken kid, you missin the point!
We dominate conference with offense that's no nonsense
My theme hits, get your reinforcements!
We strike quick with hard kicks, ice picks
men through fight pits, beat you lifeless
Never survive this! Get forget like
Two-face rappers, walk away with shiners
The raw rhymer, turnin to old-timers
My incisor's like a viper, bitin your one-liners!
New Deadman Inc. - and we about to you famous
Takin Earth and still kickin in Uranus!

[Verse Two: guest]
You ain't advanced enough to process phonetical concepts
The +Objects+ are +Foreign+, like tests
Sponsored sex, a complex, of your finesse
or your fitness, the condition of business
Your lame vision of a underground, physical
You're underneath to undermine your whole, image
the precision of percentages, and the collision of sedatives
Poetry, beats, and mics - we
like righteous with no crevices
Streets unite, we rock right dumber beats
Yo' cats couldn't come hot {?} in the summer heat
Forget two takes, kill y'all birds the first
Yo' {shit} ain't, worthy of my filler or worst rhymes
I'm better than nice, check the veteran
Leave you yourself with fear, I kill you, and bury you twice
the cover of night, trackin your flight
Like warfare, where the grass is dense
Approachin me is a quick way to get referred to in the tense
Dead that! When the to mic is on
The crowd is like the intermission when you on the Titantron