Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still want me to you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you a weight bench
me you're defenseless you better face it
You show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the radio with DMX and
Catching wreck while was catching his breath
I had to the situation in check
Look at the vericose veins in my neck, Jermaine is the
The fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' That's all I've been doin'
Besides shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They just mad 'cause 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 calm down nigga, I'm a remember?
I you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you listen. I always had your best interests in mind
I all your best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me be writin' pitiful lines
On if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes
Nobody you bit off my rhymes
I just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm tired of having to remind you Bis
If it for me nobody would've signed you Bis

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

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

That's

A'ight then, listen to
I jump in a impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out your nostrils
Bury you next to fossils
it impossible to find you
Depths Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in reverse and you in a brown hole
Suck the out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold with a hour to go
Watching my stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if 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 I'm a thousand to no. I silenced the Pope
Do you how many rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a dick 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 syntax since '96
CPA certified assistance
I made a decision that my are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more than
Are writtens. If it ain't dope then don't spit it
Don't be and get on the defensive
Just practice your
If you can't at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the it tends to bend to the left
According to manufacture's specs you'll make a
And rupture the blood vessels in your fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip
Stock versions of sick verses come with conversion kits
With a course every that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never work like this, Bitch!
Welcome to the serpentine where I spit
The world where I twist, the world I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made 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 think you the best, that's why they wanna you
At the of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the alive. That's a fact that you proved
a couple rappers 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
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 legend but you him too
So what if the ladies think he's more than you
What happens if the rumors about being a faggot are
Look what running into
I don't feel like having discussion with you
I'm tired of with you
Niggas in the game don't wanna do with you
Bussin' with you. Going one on one who?
They wanna get rid of you. Shit is too
Headhunters out to get you. That's why I had to you
I disrespect you as another intellectual
Without you I'm
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 name on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I would question you
I respect your opinion as a nigga
I just want you to to what 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 people don't to admit it
But I consider it a real
To bear witness to your lyrics and be in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I just need you to chill for a second so I can a positive message
Tupac before he left us
The of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to 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
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna it?
I keep whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib every so why is you beefin'?

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