Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon have some fun hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya
Oh yeah this is the total too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

By the middle of March, when the starts
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped little bitch ass for frontin
You four level ass ain't hurtin nuttin
you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your
The overlord of rap will never defeat
Pain and agony, I touch them zones
Fucking everlasting methods is my throne
Blast ya pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath
about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
pounds and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's
Or a House Party, where you can battle some
On top of all that, I'll beat your ass down
Heard convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a world that I'm
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm like a
Who he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that thunder
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in we trust

Now it down for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, up, no bullshit
Oh I ain't yet

You soft as a baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass
Where you at? in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my styles is
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
When you step into the house of the and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
Call the and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First rule of lyrical war, never it
You said that same at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and bombs ?
copped solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title down son
The King of all that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your thought process, my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

" Now wait for the audience to applaud, faggot, hahahah "