Luyện nghe bài hát Ambitions As A Rider

Yo, you're not as cold as me motherfuker pretendin,
i'll murder you infrunna ya like john lennon,
rip ya tendants out ya to cut the tention,
im beyond the like related sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
on ya breathin 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 you hear the multi salabric grammatical,
don't 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 that you typically with me, inexplicably, is a mystery that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically beyond level scientifically,
spittin out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the majority of futuristically,
after i die fuck my music you'll me spiritually,
darker siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, like after mis- carriages,
and label produces no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why faggot ass will never make it into the light,
i'll ya skull when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you what im like,
ill knight the industry,
i feel like the spirit of nap turner got me,
the hopeless,
you sound shit when you spit live like jennifer lopez,
i'll massacre a rich and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum soaked tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin thier stick figure pussy in stitches,
my verbal blitzes outshine you're offence,
you down nonsense,
and im two proof, chokin a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin killer like ray caruth,
and im technique, the nigger ever produced,
i spit nastier then regurgitating juice,
so burn ya rhyme book, stay warm,
and put it to use,
im about to drop like frozen airplanesshipped ya roof,
and im sick of hustlers telling lies to the youth,
you robbed deminicans,
and you couldn't sling if you was palestinian,
you broke mutherfuker, you don't burn rubber,
you niggers even get a fukin cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, smack tha shit outta ya muther,
you wanna be gutter? ill you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the immortal technique