Luyện nghe bài hát Ambitions As A Rider

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