Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't sense
Can-I-Bitch. I you like a weight bench
Without me defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me 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 the situation in check
Look at the vericose in my neck, Jermaine 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' I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They 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 interests in
I wrote all your lyrical lines
If it wasn't for me you'd be writin' lines
On if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my
I just be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of having to you Bis
If it wasn't for me nobody would've you Bis

What?! Man, why you trippin', you it's 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 talkin' 'bout old

Germaine, you fuckin' brain
you understand, fuck the mainstream
You should call out names
The all about game
I on 'em all the same
And I leave stains on their 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 are trying my patience
I don't a fuck about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
are dangerous. All jackers 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 your out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark
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 suck you in a hole
Suck the power out of soul
You're but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my stop watch, counting it slow
Like lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can you by drowning the globe
Or I can just 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 dick between your mother's divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's consensus?
Study my own syntax statistics '96
With CPA certified
I made a decision my standards are above precision
The thing I can honestly say I love more than women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't then don't spit it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just practice penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then just
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 neck fucking Rip
Got millions of on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion
With a every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work this, Bitch!
Welcome to the serpentine world I spit
The world I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made your point, I can't 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, why they wanna battle you
At the moment of truth I let you the tattoos
You are the illest alive. That's a fact that you
Just a couple don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you battling is all you can do
You didn't sell enough 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 but you damaged him too
So what if the think he's more handsome than you
What happens if the rumors being a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I don't feel like having this with you
I'm of fucking with you
Niggas in the game don't do nothing with you
Bussin' with you. Going one on one who?
They 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 another
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 been mentioning you
I got your on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I would never you
I respect your opinion as a professional
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 don't want to admit it
But I consider it a real
To witness to your lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm forever
I just need you to chill for a second so I can send a message
Like before he left us
The of the work ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to write the ExeBis
As a reminder not to forget Bis
But I've a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, always somebody with better shit
I you out the public eye for a reason
You're a Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it?
I your whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, patronizing me
You me
All you wanna do is steal rhymes me
You keep me behind walls of concrete
Lock me in the basement like a zombie
If I was a
You'd me
You ain't shit neither, you got no college degree
You rhyme without me
Stop at me
me the keys to the garage, I need to borrow the Jeep
Get the out my face Bis!