Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' me in the basement
And you still me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I you like a weight bench
Without me you're defenseless you better it
You show me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while was catching his breath
I had to the situation in check
Look at the vericose veins in my neck, is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all been doin'
Besides talkin' shit I ain't nothin' to 'em
just mad 'cause when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you I run right through 'em

Calm

Who you to calm down nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I had your best interests in mind
I wrote all your best lines
If it wasn't for me be writin' pitiful lines
On stage if you was tired, I was sometimes
Nobody you bit off my rhymes
I just 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 would've signed you Bis

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

Germaine, you fuckin' brain
you understand, fuck the mainstream
You just call out names
The all about game
I on 'em all the same
And I leave spit stains on brain
Like liquid spilling over their new white trainers
is an understatement, I'm Satan
Canibus is amazing, I don't know 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, 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 tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you to shark fossils
it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacque himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect
Lock you in a time capsule, the console
Shit on you in reverse and suck you in a brown
Suck the power out of your
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a to go
Watching my Casio stop watch, it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's or coke
I can kill you by drowning the
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an in your throat
In battles I'm a to no. I silenced the Pope
Do you know how many rhymes economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your
my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA certified
I made a decision that my standards are precision
The thing I can honestly say I love more than women
Are writtens. If it ain't dope then don't spit it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the
to manufacture's specs you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood in your neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of on zip disk
Stock of sick verses that come with conversion kits
With a course Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced like this, Bitch!
to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I

Okay Rip you made point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I would never that too
A lot of rappers is jealous that's why they attack you
They think you the best, why they wanna battle you
At the moment of I let you design the tattoos
You are the alive. That's a fact that you proved
Just a rappers don't want it to happen for you
on you like battling is all you can do
You didn't sell enough to be honest with you
Nobody the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got by a legend but you damaged him too
So what if the ladies he's more handsome than you
happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I feel like having this discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking you
Niggas in the don't wanna do nothing 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 wouldn't disrespect you as intellectual
Without you I'm
God you
makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my album I've been 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 want you to listen to what I'm telling you
What happened between L and you, it
People know you won the battle, they give you the credit
A lot of people don't want to it
But I consider it a privilege
To bear witness to your and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I just need you to for a second so I can send a positive message
Like before he left us
The of the work ethic Genesis
Has me to write the ExeBis scripts
As a constant not to forget Bis
But reached a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's somebody with 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 whereabouts secret
I bring to the crib every weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, stop me
You me
All you wanna do is steal from me
You constantly keep me walls of concrete
Lock me in the basement like a zombie
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't neither, you ain't got no college 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!