Luyện nghe bài hát Illest

[Jean
Ayo, I burn my bridges with a torch
a rebel from verbal holocaust
dirty and never try to to get the drama off
the stealth assassin snipe you
from balcony shots of terrorist
professional the opera box
rhyme documents infamous the
of Right, illa tight, having niggaz
open like the thrill of dykes Grae
ya koo's a mass murderer, who got
the dirt on her, who never heard of her
wild style, my gone to train up, I spit
Krolyon in colours, when I speak I spray my
name up, split your wig up like Denny and
splash remains and brains out on the street
like Henny and juice, your neck and loosen
your spine back shift your spleen, rip till it's
just obscene, from town spilling it, New York
illest who rip it ever, flow like a river fuck a
a nigga what?

I've been through and back, scars swell
on my back, I spit bars, y'all repetative
raps, I'm a dude, who decided to rhyme
with lines that'll crack the disc your mind
and your spine, that's why, y'all wanna my design
and that's why, usually I hold the mic like a
pistol whip you on the of your eye, watch it
pop out, we out cats, with the floors when
it rocks out, shocked out, you driving in
a storm, with the top down, we got
this down, like convicts on the run
getting shot down, we times
gaining 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 we step in
the building, cause we the crowd jump
and hit they on the ceiling, what?

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

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

sh..sh..sh..shit on the industry