Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the
And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you a weight bench
me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't me love when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the with DMX and Flex
wreck while Noreaga was catching his breath
I had to the situation in check
Look at the vericose veins in my neck, Jermaine is the
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? all I've been doin'
Besides talkin' shit I 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 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 pitiful lines
On stage if you was tired, I was sometimes
knew you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let that ride
But I'm getting tired of 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 lying ass and you know it
Group Home was part my company, I it
If its one thing I learned in biz
Stay focused and don't Rip
Why you 'bout old shit?

Germaine, you fuckin' water
Don't you understand, fuck the
You should just out names
The all about game
I shit on 'em all the
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 what the fuck Germain is
I know that both of y'all are trying my patience
I don't give a fuck a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous. All are afraid of us
You wanna face me Bis? a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, to mine
I jump in a impromptu just to rob you
Put the to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through nostrils
Bury you next to shark
Make it to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect
Lock you in a time capsule, 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 freezer a hour to go
Watching my Casio watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or
I can kill you by drowning the
Or I can just 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 rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's consensus?
Study my own syntax since '96
With CPA assistance
I made a decision my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope then don't it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then just
Be careful of the tongue it tends to to the left
According to manufacture's you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your fucking with Rip
Got of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion
With a course Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You experienced work like this, Bitch!
Welcome to the serpentine world where I
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world I live

Okay Rip you your point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt 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 truth I let you design the
You are the illest alive. a fact that you proved
Just a couple don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you like is all you can do
You didn't sell enough units to be with you
knows 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 think more handsome than you
What happens if the about being a faggot are true?
what it's running into
I don't feel like having discussion with you
I'm tired of with you
Niggas in the game wanna 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 disrespect you as another 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 name on my arm, I'm you
You Rip the Jacker. I would question you
I respect opinion as a professional nigga
I just 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 don't want to admit it
But I consider it a privilege
To bear to your lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I just 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 ExeBis
As a reminder not to forget Bis
But reached a precipice
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody better shit
I you out the public eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you 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
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to borrow the
Get the fuck out my Bis!