Luyện nghe bài hát Ambitions As A Rider

Yo, you're not as as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll you infrunna ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im beyond the comprehension like related sub atomic particles and dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of life into ear,
before they make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the multi grammatical,
don't me to rappers that are on sabatical,
coz i never did in little fukin italy,
i play checkers on decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a mystery pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically you're level scientifically,
spittin out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the of america futuristically,
after i die fuck my music feel me spiritually,
then siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you no weight, like bitches after mis- carriages,
and your label produces no kids gay marriages,
im disparaging every thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass will make it into the light,
i'll crack ya skull when i smash ya into the mic,
and now you know im like,
ill suge the industry,
i feel the spirit of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like shit when you spit live jennifer lopez,
massacre a rich rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to cheetah, rockin sum blood soaked tims,
party crashin, animal model bitches,
leavin thier stick figure anorexic in stitches,
my verbal blitzes outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two hump proof, chokin a local in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin incompitant like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest nigger produced,
i spit nastier then regurgitating juice,
so burn ya fukin book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like frozen airplanesshipped ya roof,
and im sick of fake hustlers telling to the youth,
you never deminicans,
and you couldn't rocks if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you don't burn rubber,
you niggers can't even get a fukin cab like glover,
you hardcore, i'll smack tha shit outta ya muther,
you be gutter? ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the immortal technique