Luyện nghe bài hát Ambitions As A Rider

Yo, not as cold as me motherfuker stop pretendin,
i'll murder you ya crib like john lennon,
rip ya out ya muscle to cut the tention,
im the comprehension like related sub atomic particles and flip dimensions,
suspension on ya breathin is what im leavin till an allegion of demons whisper the meanin of into your ear,
before they make you're motherfukin life dissappear,
but just because you hear the multi grammatical,
don't compare me to rappers are on sabatical,
coz i never did business in little italy,
i play checkers on decker tall buses in tripoli,
the way that you typically bicker with me, inexplicably, is a that pisses me off rediculously,
because im lyrically beyond level scientifically,
specifically out the spick in me, prolifically,
im the majority of futuristically,
after i die fuck my you'll feel me spiritually,
darker siccoli, ripping above the averages,
you hold no weight, bitches after mis- carriages,
and your label no kids like gay marriages,
im disparaging fake thug rapper in sight,
thats why you're faggot ass never make it into the light,
crack ya skull when i smash ya face into the mic,
and now you what im like,
ill suge the industry,
i feel like the of nap turner got into me,
the hopeless,
you sound like shit when you spit live like lopez,
i'll massacre a rapper and all his broke friends,
and go to club cheetah, rockin sum blood tims,
party crashin, animal fuckin bitches,
leavin stick figure anorexic pussy in stitches,
my blitzes will outshine you're offence,
you wanted nonsense,
and im two proof, chokin a local youth in his home made vocal booth,
you're a fukin incompitant like ray caruth,
and im technique, the rawest ever produced,
i spit nastier then period juice,
so burn ya fukin rhyme book, 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 rocks if you was palestinian,
you mutherfuker, you cats don't burn rubber,
you can't even get a fukin cab like danny glover,
you ain't hardcore, i'll smack tha shit ya muther,
you wanna be ill leave you laid out in tha street,
signed you'rs truly, the immortal technique