Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you a weight bench
Without me you're you better face it
You ain't show me when you was at your apex
Getting up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga was his breath
I had to keep the in check
Look at the vericose in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just 'em back
the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides shit I ain't done nothin' 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 right '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 best 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 spittin'
Nobody you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit
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 ass bitch and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I it
If its one I learned in show biz
Stay focused and don't Rip
Why you 'bout old shit?

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

That's

A'ight then, listen to
I jump in a impromptu 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 next to fossils
Make it to find you
Depths Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, bottles and Doppler effect modules
you in a time capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a hole
Suck the out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the freezer with a hour to go
Watching my stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by the globe
Or I can spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I silenced the
Do you know how many rhymes I've economically
No? I so
do I
Its a dick your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
And in existence. What's your consensus?
my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA assistance
I made a decision that my standards are precision
The only I can honestly say I love more than women
Are dope writtens. If it dope then don't spit it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just your penmanship
If you can't at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the
According to manufacture's you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in neck fucking with Rip
Got of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come conversion kits
With a course Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never work like this, Bitch!
Welcome to the serpentine where I spit
The where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you your point, I can't out-rap you
You you was the illest, I would never doubt that too
A lot of these rappers is 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. a fact that you proved
a couple rappers don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you battling is all you can do
You didn't enough units to be honest with you
Nobody the truth, you got talent 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 ladies think more handsome than you
happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I don't feel like this discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking you
Niggas in the game don't wanna do with you
with you. Going one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you. That's why I had to you
I disrespect you as another intellectual
you I'm unsuccessful
God you
What you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever my third album I've been mentioning you
I got name on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I respect your opinion as a professional
I want you to listen to what I'm telling you
happened between L and you, forget it
People know you won the battle, they give you the credit
A lot of people want to admit it
But I consider it a privilege
To bear witness to your lyrics and be in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message
Like Tupac before he us
The author of the ethic Genesis
Has me to write the ExeBis scripts
As a constant reminder not to Bis
But I've a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, always somebody with better shit
I keep you out the public eye for a
a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it?
I keep your whereabouts
I bring bitches to the crib 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 like a fuckin zombie
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't shit neither, you ain't got no degree
You rhyme without me
Stop at me
Give me the to the garage, I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the fuck out my Bis!