Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you a weight bench
Without me defenseless you better face it
You ain't me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and
Catching wreck 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 just paying 'em
What's the with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin' shit I ain't done to 'em
just 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 best in mind
I all your best lyrical lines
If it for me you'd be writin' pitiful lines
On if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes
Nobody you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of having to you Bis
If it for me nobody would've signed you Bis

What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a crazy
You a lying ass and you know 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 fuckin' brain
Don't you understand, fuck the
You should call out names
The industry's all about
I on 'em all the same
And I leave spit on their brain
Like chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
is an understatement, I'm Satan
Canibus is amazing, I don't what the fuck Germain is
I just know that both of y'all are my patience
I don't give a fuck about a beat, I've been for ages
Rippers are dangerous. All are afraid of us
You wanna face me Bis? a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, to mine
I in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark
Make it impossible to you
Depths Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the
on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the power out of your
nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my stop watch, counting it slow
drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the
Or I can spit 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 many I've economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your
Study my own statistics since '96
CPA certified assistance
I made a decision my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope then spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to to the left
According to manufacture's specs make a mess
And the blood vessels in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of on zip disk
Stock versions of sick that come with conversion kits
With a course Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You experienced work like this, Bitch!
to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the that I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I never doubt that too
A lot of these rappers is jealous why they attack you
They think you the best, that's why they battle you
At the of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive. That's a fact you proved
Just a couple rappers want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you like is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be with you
knows the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas first heard you it was "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a but you damaged him too
So if the ladies think he's more handsome than you
happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what it's into
I don't feel like having discussion with you
I'm of fucking with you
in the game don't wanna do nothing with you
Bussin' with you. Going one on one with
wanna get rid of you. Shit is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you. That's why I had to you
I wouldn't disrespect you as intellectual
Without you I'm
God you
What makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be to?
Ever my third 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 your opinion as a professional
I just you to listen to what I'm telling you
What happened L and you, forget it
People you won the battle, they will give you the credit
A lot of people don't want to it
But I it a real privilege
To bear to your lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm forever
I just you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message
Tupac before he left us
The author of the ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the ExeBis
As a reminder not to forget Bis
But I've reached a
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody better shit
I keep you out the eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna it?
I keep your secret
I bring bitches to the crib every weekend so why is you

Ayo, stop me
You me
All you wanna do is steal from me
You constantly keep me behind walls of
Lock me in the basement a fuckin zombie
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't shit neither, you ain't got no college
You can't rhyme me
Stop at me
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to borrow the
Get the out my face Bis!