Luyện nghe bài hát Illest

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

I've been through Hell and back, swell
on my back, I spit bars, spit repetative
raps, I'm a street dude, who decided to
with lines that'll crack the disc between your
and your spine, that's why, wanna bite my design
and why, usually I hold the mic like a nine
pistol whip you on the side of your eye, it
pop out, we knock out cats, with the floors
it rocks out, shocked out, you driving in
a storm, with the top down, we got
locked down, like convicts on the run
getting shot down, we four
yards in the whole line, see me
and Tech we steadily building, and we
to blow like the Oklahoma Building
and all them niggaz get mad we step in
the building, cause we make the jump
and hit they heads on the ceiling,

[Immortal
I spit heat like the of Saudi Arabia
competition like Mesopotamia, emanating
radiation pissing uranium, I bring the rock
like European drunks in stadiums, I'll
split your cranium perfect symmetry lyrically
if not the illest, then you don't deserve to
spit with me, OBS obliverating
sacrilegiously, I sacrifice who
talk shit ritualistically, making
all my rivals like white suburban
kids on acid reading the Bible
my arrival is genocidal, Christopher
Columbus, racism of whack
MC's that walk among us, I've just to bust
I'll make this place, gondela
these racist cops wanna lock me then
Mandela, pissed off, I'm making hella
paper, East to West coast, and I 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 the fuck we about to do

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