Luyện nghe bài hát Illest

[Jean
Ayo, I burn my bridges a blow torch
a rebel born from verbal
dirty and never try to clense to get the off
the swiftest stealth snipe you
from balcony shots of terrorist
professional from the box
rhyme infamous like the
of Right, illa tight, having niggaz
open like the of dykes Jean Grae
ya a mass murderer, friends who got
the on her, foes who never heard of her
wild style, my mouth gone to up, I spit
Krolyon in five colours, I speak I spray my
name up, split your wig up Denny and Bruce
splash remains and brains out on the street
like Henny and juice, noose your neck and
your from back shift your spleen, rip till it's
just obscene, from down town spilling it, New
illest who rip it ever, flow like a fuck a girl
like a what?

I've been through Hell and back, scars
on my back, I spit bars, y'all repetative
raps, I'm a dude, who decided to rhyme
with that'll crack the disc between your mind
and your spine, why, y'all wanna bite my design
and that's why, I hold the mic like a nine
whip you on the side of your eye, watch it
pop out, we knock out cats, the floors when
it rocks out, out, like you driving in
a storm, with the top down, we got
this down, like convicts on the run
getting shot down, we times
yards in the whole line, see me
and we steadily building, and we about
to blow the Oklahoma Federal Building
and all them niggaz get mad when we in
the building, we make the crowd jump
and hit heads on the ceiling, what?

[Immortal
I spit heat the deserts of Saudi Arabia
bury like Mesopotamia, emanating
radiation pissing liquid uranium, I bring the
like European drunks in soccer stadiums,
split your with perfect symmetry lyrically
if not the illest, then you don't deserve to
spit with me, OBS bastards
sacrilegiously, I sacrifice who
talk shit ritualistically, making
all my rivals suicidal white suburban
kids on acid reading the Satanic
my is genocidal, like Christopher
Columbus, exterminating racism of
MC's that walk among us, I've just begun to
I'll make place, open gondela
these racist cops wanna lock me longer
Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hella
paper, East to coast, and I treat the law in this
country like a mother fucking joke, if I'm
willing to smoke the president, he's sniffing his
Coke, you know it mean shit to me
to cut a fucking cops

Technique talking]
Yea, Grae, Pumpkinhead, Immortal Technique
DP-one, tell 'em what the we about to do

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