Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you lock me in the basement
And you want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a weight
Without me you're defenseless you better it
You show me love when you was at your apex
paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching while Noreaga was catching his breath
I had to keep the situation in
Look at the veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've doin'
Besides talkin' shit I ain't done to 'em
They mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you know I run through 'em

Calm

Who you telling to down nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always had your interests in mind
I wrote all your best lines
If it wasn't for me you'd be writin' pitiful
On stage if you was tired, I was sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let shit ride
But I'm getting of having to remind you Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've you Bis

What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a crazy
You a ass bitch and you know it
Group was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one I learned in show biz
focused and don't quit Rip
Why you talkin' old shit?

Germaine, you water brain
Don't you understand, fuck the
You should just call out
The all about game
I on 'em all the same
And I leave spit stains on brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white
Insane is an understatement, I'm
Canibus is amazing, I don't what the fuck Germain is
I just know that of y'all are trying my patience
I give a fuck about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous. All jackers are of us
You wanna face me Kick a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, listen to
I in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you not to do
Rip your out through your nostrils
Bury you next to fossils
Make it to find you
Depths Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the
Shit on you in reverse and you in a brown hole
the power out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a to go
my Casio stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if talcum or coke
I can you by drowning the globe
Or I can just inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I the Pope
Do you know how rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a dick between mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit misfit, in the business
And in existence. What's your consensus?
my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA certified
I a decision that my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope don't spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the
Just your penmanship
If you spit at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it to bend to the left
According to manufacture's you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your fucking with Rip
Got of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come with kits
With a course every Thursday that you how to burst like Rip
You never work like this, Bitch!
Welcome to the world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made your point, I can't you
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt too
A lot of rappers is jealous that's why they attack you
They you the best, that's why they wanna battle you
At the moment of I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive. That's a fact you proved
Just a couple don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you like is all you can do
You didn't enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows the truth, you got talent out the
niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you him too
So if the ladies think he's more handsome than you
What happens if the about being a faggot are true?
Look what it's running
I don't feel like having discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking you
in the game don't wanna do nothing with you
Bussin' you. Going one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. Shit is too
Headhunters out to get you. why I had to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another
you I'm unsuccessful
God you
makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've mentioning you
I got your on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I respect your opinion as a professional
I just want you to listen to I'm telling you
happened between L and you, forget it
People you won the battle, they will give you the credit
A lot of don't want to admit it
But I consider it a privilege
To bear witness to lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm forever
I just need you to chill for a so I can send a positive message
Like Tupac before he us
The author of the work Genesis
Has me to write the ExeBis scripts
As a constant not to forget Bis
But I've a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody with better
I you out the public eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna it?
I keep whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the every weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, patronizing me
You me
All you wanna do is steal from me
You keep me behind walls of concrete
Lock me in the basement like a fuckin
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't neither, you ain't got no college degree
You can't without me
Stop at me
Give me the to the garage, I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the out my face Bis!