Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you lock me in the basement
And you want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a bench
Without me defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me love you was at your apex
Getting up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga was his breath
I had to keep the situation in
Look at the veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em
the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They just mad when 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 nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always had your interests in mind
I wrote all your best lyrical
If it wasn't for me you'd be writin' lines
On if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes
knew you bit off my rhymes
I would just be quiet, stand to the side and let 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
Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one I learned in show biz
Stay focused and quit Rip
Why you talkin' old shit?

Germaine, you fuckin' water
Don't you understand, the mainstream
You should just call out
The industry's all game
I on 'em all the same
And I leave stains on their brain
Like liquid chocolate spilling over their new white
is an understatement, I'm Satan
Canibus is amazing, I don't know what the fuck is
I just know that both of y'all are trying my
I don't give a fuck about a beat, been rhyming for ages
are dangerous. All jackers are afraid of us
You face me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, listen to
I jump in a costume impromptu to rob you
Put the to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your
Bury you to shark fossils
it impossible to find you
Depths that Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the
Shit on you in and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the power out of soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold with a hour to go
my Casio stop watch, counting it slow
Like lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I the Pope
Do you how many rhymes 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 in existence. What's your consensus?
Study my own syntax since '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 dope then don't it
Don't be sensitive and get on the
Just your penmanship
If you spit at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to to the left
According to specs you'll make a mess
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 course every Thursday that teaches you how to like Rip
You never experienced work this, Bitch!
to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the where 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 these rappers is jealous that's why 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 fact that you
Just a couple rappers want it to happen for you
on you like battling is all you can do
You sell enough units to be honest with you
knows the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When 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
happens if the rumors about being a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I don't feel like having discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking you
Niggas in the don't wanna do nothing with you
with you. Going one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. is too lyrical
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
What makes you think I left you or why I'd ever be 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 would question you
I respect your opinion as a nigga
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 will you the credit
A lot of don't want to admit it
But I it a real privilege
To bear witness to your lyrics and be in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I just need you to for a second so I can send a positive message
Like Tupac he left us
The author of the ethic Genesis
Has inspired me to the ExeBis scripts
As a constant not to forget Bis
But I've reached a
Rip
You can't forever, there's always somebody with better shit
I keep you out the eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't how you wanna keep it?
I keep whereabouts secret
I bring bitches to the crib every so why is you beefin'?

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