Luyện nghe bài hát In Da Club Freestyle

I know I look like, Immortal to you
But I created genetic clone just to speak to you
Me and 279, are planting a in the building
underground shows never got women and children
I'm killin', every fake nigga alive
So most people rap won't survive
Machine gun everything me like a panorama
And burn with the ghost of Princess Diana
I'm like Santana, strings in the game
While slaves emulate their living the same
Forget the
I rest a second alone
I got security tapping my phone
But here's a warning to the government that on me
I'm like a cum stained mattress - sleep on me
I roll deep, with a fully AK
Murder in their sleep like the I.R.A
I represent Zone 4 Dawg, the best hood
You catch a shot you sittin in your whip like Tim Westwood
out, you know how we doing persuing
And this is in the meanwhile
Other cats are a written bitten composition
You're crushed submission
This is Harlem, you'll rise to stardom kid
I down to London, and you know how we did
And is off the dome, off of the brain, lyrically insane
And how I'm tripping, that's how I'm flipping
Ay yo, it out, now I'm the illest Latino
I never had to buy an album back like
You know I'm sick with the flow, spittin' it
And yo I had to go to the bathroom, I a scramble
I lost 10 pounds, and I don't gamble
So y'know, what's happening, I'm rockin' it, off of the brain
Lyrically insane, Immortal Technique, saying you as me dawg?
You telling lies
Me and you have never been even like Biggie Small's
When will you realize, Technique is iller
The socialist guerrilla, Stomp you a stone pillar
through, representing whoever, cleverly, under the weather
Yo, it's like that the latin a make it happen
I'm about to go platinum but you see me up in the spot
Rockin' it off the top of the knot
And yo, that's how it goes, that's how it flows, how it shows
Ay yo 96.9
Ay yo I substract the numbers from both sides and thats 5-9
And that's fine, and I continue to
I continue to shine, I to climb
And yo, the voice of racism preaching the gospel, ayo devilish
A in America called the prophet Muhammad a terrorist
Forgetting God is not a religion, but a bond
And Jesus is the most quoted prophet in the
They innocent people, tryin' to murder Saddam
they gave him those chemical weapons to go to war with Iran
This is the that they hold back from Peter Jennings
Cause Condoleeza is just a new age Sally Hemmings
I break it down critical language and spiritual anguish
The Judas I hang with, the guilt of betraying
You murdered him, stole his religion, and him white
Translated in psychologically tainted
Conservative right wing, ideology
together sloppily, the blasphemy of a nation
I got my back to the wall, I'm assassination
Guantanamo Bay, incarceration
How could this be, the land of the free, of the brave?
Indigenous holocaust, and the home of the
Corporate America, dancin' to the rhythm
They really think country never sponsored terrorism
Human rights violations, we continue the
El Savador and the contras in
And on top of that, they still wanna take me to
Just cause I won't trade humanity for
Ayo I'm still bugging out I you flipped the instrumental
Which coincidental I'm spitting off the top of the
Ay yo this is tapping my phone
I told you before, I'm keeping it raw
I smash kids hands in a car door
And thats how it goes, you know ill and theirs crazy
Technique blazingly, amazing MCs
Yo, I'm hangin' out with the rappers alive
And yo I to be better, I strive to survive
I strive to strap a live wire to the top of my
I make cuts on my with masochistic tactics
And take a fat ish
While simultaneously stabbing a fat bitch
On a vomit-covered
While the featus uses my dick to practice
Dancing on it like a balance beam doing
Ay yo, I smack kids, and I compact them, ayo, I subtract
And I'm keepin' this freestyle the brain, I'm lyrically insane
Let me
Ayo, let me give you the rap-up from
People went to war and they tried to drag me, and everyone
And now we about to put Tony back on the shelf
Were it ova', my word to Jehovah, I don't got a Range Rover
I be in the tube, I be at the (?)
Spitting on faces and whiling out
Ay yo no doubt, I it complete, Immortal Technique
And can even flip it in Spanish, rappers vanish like
Technique, I be chillin', with my boy Clamento
Ay yo Ralph dot com, log on, so we can drop bombs
Yo, Bragging Rights to dot com
To Rock Steady, not ready, won every battle in New York city
Your style is not pretty, kinda like Gray, ahaha
And my faith in god is shitty
I'll put my hand on a bible and Whoopi that shes pretty
And this is some stuff, that I'm spitting off the top of the brain
Ay yo you know how I rock, 2-7-9 that means you 18 shots
And thats how it goes, and how it flows, and I'm out of here
I'm out with ho
I'm with your masters and the cash in the
- Technique - end of the letter