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
Without me defenseless you better face 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 the situation in check
Look at the veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The industry you, I'm just paying 'em back
the matter 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
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 listen. I always had your best interests in mind
I wrote all best lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me you'd be 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 of having 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 ass bitch 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 talkin' 'bout old

Germaine, you fuckin' water
Don't you understand, the mainstream
You should call out names
The all about game
I on 'em all the same
And I leave spit stains on their
Like liquid chocolate 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 both of y'all are my patience
I give a fuck about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous. All are afraid of us
You face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, listen to
I in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and you what not to do
Rip tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark
it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and effect modules
Lock you in a capsule, smash the console
Shit on you in and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer a hour to go
Watching my stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's 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 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 sickest linguistically, illicit misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's consensus?
my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA assistance
I made a decision my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I more than women
Are writtens. If it ain't dope then don't spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then quit
Be careful of the it tends to bend to the left
According to manufacture's you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your fucking with Rip
Got millions of on zip disk
Stock of sick verses that come with conversion kits
With a course every that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work 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 your point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I never doubt that too
A lot of these is jealous that's why they attack you
They think you the best, that's why wanna battle you
At the of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive. That's a that you proved
Just a couple rappers don't want it to for you
Raggin' on you battling is all you can do
You didn't enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows the truth, you got out the gazoo
niggas first heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a legend but you him too
So if the ladies think he's more handsome than you
What if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I don't feel like having this with you
I'm tired of fucking you
in the game don't wanna do nothing with you
Bussin' with you. one on one with who?
wanna get rid of you. Shit is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you. why I had to protect you
I wouldn't you as another intellectual
you I'm unsuccessful
God you
What makes you think I you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album I've mentioning you
I got your on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I your opinion as a professional nigga
I just want you to listen to what I'm you
What happened between L and you, 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 real
To bear witness to your lyrics and be in sharing the merits
I'm forever
I need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message
Like before he left us
The of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the scripts
As a constant not to forget Bis
But I've reached a
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 wanna it?
I keep whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib every so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, patronizing me
You me
All you wanna do is rhymes from me
You constantly keep me behind walls of
Lock me in the basement like a fuckin
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't neither, you ain't got no college degree
You rhyme without me
smiling at me
Give me the to the garage, I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the fuck out my Bis!