Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a bench
Without me you're defenseless you better it
You ain't show me love when you was at apex
Getting paychecks up at the with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while was catching his breath
I had to keep the situation in
Look at the vericose veins in my neck, Jermaine is the
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em
What's the with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin' shit I ain't nothin' to 'em
They just mad 'cause when I see 'em I run up to 'em
me and you, yo you know I run right 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 best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me be writin' pitiful lines
On stage if you was tired, I was sometimes
knew you bit off my rhymes
I would be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of to remind you Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody signed you Bis

What?! Man, why you trippin', you it's a crazy business
You a lying ass bitch and you it
Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one thing I in show biz
Stay focused and don't Rip
Why you 'bout old shit?

Germaine, you water brain
Don't you understand, fuck the
You should just call out
The industry's all game
I on 'em all the same
And I spit stains on their brain
Like liquid spilling over their new white trainers
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 don't give a fuck about a beat, I've been rhyming for
are dangerous. All jackers are afraid of us
You face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, to mine
I jump in a costume just to rob you
Put the nozzle to eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your
Bury you to shark fossils
Make it to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't to dive to
With goggles, oxygen and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown
the power out of your soul
You're but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my Casio stop watch, counting it
Like lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I the Pope
Do you know how many rhymes I've economically
No? I so
do I
Its a dick between your mother's thighs by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the
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 than women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope then don't it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then just
Be careful of the tongue it tends to to the left
According to manufacture's specs you'll a mess
And rupture the blood in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip
Stock of sick verses that come with conversion kits
a course every Thursday that teaches 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 that I rip, the where I live

Okay Rip you made your point, I out-rap you
You you was the illest, I would never doubt that too
A lot of these rappers is jealous that's why they you
They you the best, that's why they wanna battle you
At the moment of truth I let you the tattoos
You are the illest alive. a fact that you proved
Just a couple rappers don't want it to for you
Raggin' on you like is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be with you
Nobody knows the truth, you got out the gazoo
When niggas first you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if the think he's more handsome than you
What happens if the rumors being a faggot are true?
Look what it's into
I feel like having this discussion with you
I'm of fucking with you
Niggas in the game don't wanna do with you
Bussin' with you. one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. Shit is too
out to get you. That's why I had to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another
you I'm unsuccessful
God you
What makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be to?
Ever since my album I've been mentioning you
I got your name on my arm, I'm you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I respect opinion as a professional nigga
I just want you to to what I'm telling you
What between L and you, forget it
People know you won the battle, they will give you the
A lot of don't want to admit it
But I it a real privilege
To bear witness to lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm forever
I just need you to chill for a second so I can a positive message
Like Tupac he left us
The of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the ExeBis
As a constant not to forget Bis
But reached a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody with shit
I keep you out the eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you keep it?
I keep your whereabouts
I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why is you

Ayo, stop me
You me
All you wanna do is rhymes from me
You constantly me behind walls of concrete
Lock me in the like a fuckin zombie
If I was a
acknowledge me
You ain't neither, you ain't got no college degree
You can't without me
Stop at me
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to the Jeep
Get the fuck out my Bis!