Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

El-Pee,
How's your been?
Mine's fine
I heard you had a real good time at
Oh, yeah, I to Len, he said everythings cool
Oh, yo, I really "End To End Burner"
That little diss me thing on the internet was pretty
Yeah it's sucker
Uh, yeah, and I was talking, ya know,
trying to sell my to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you
Some fat white kid figured it'd be to blackball
Well, you know, I wrote a little poem it
and I really you like it
So have mother read it to you
and if you guys like it you can me back

I'm a Anticon catalyst for cataclysm
Tell Fox Sole, bad executive decision
Your egosystem's frail, a spoon I could dissect it
like Corky got his nubs on a websters dictionary
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them pretty buttons making beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rather acapella
I'd be broke and have a whole'lotta resent
Not a king, a pawn, a pegan for me to pee on
Check out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got in neon
Trendy indie 'cause you haven't got a choice
Take away your buddies and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for and banners
No paying record stores for all your propaganda
Well-timed marketing scheme, its to be independent
But if it was year you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after indie bravado and the label has recouped
You're than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you you femanine to blackball
I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice cream in a
Some fool said this is an underground and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll all three of y'all
Heard Rupert had to starve all the artists to feed your ego
Running around the Bay looking for with your foot in your mouth
I heard you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are
Lost in the ozone and all mixdowns sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster phrase and babble
Indellibles'll never get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be
Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get after me
The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll
Try to sound and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I while you perpetuate your malopropism

[Sole mimmicking
Yo, wha, did he just call me dun?
Yo, I don't man
Yo, I, I know what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get the books, go get the
Yo, man, well you must have ripped all the pages out in the dictionary
man, 'cause used all the words
So I'm never gonna find out he called me?
He's usin' big against me?
Yo, is intrepid god

I'm a hip hop artist, you style emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest with retarted and picked the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, line dissected
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to face and on record
For the record, I know the muck from out you have stepped
First you sound like Beatnuts, then mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of breath on a failure
Gotta rockin' mics and start rockin' an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
Since when do indie show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole
Real emcee's hard, ain't got investors to put out their music
Underground conspiracy, but this ain't used by No
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the of your own wack gimmick
But some fools bought it 'cause they don't know no better
That you're a hamburger pimp, only out for the
Yo, what's a battle emcee can't freestyle?
All references to imaginary emcee's, come battle me
Remember in Boston, you calling fools out?
And when emcee's tried to battle, you the first to break out
Well, you surely don't wanna battle, of course you wanna fight, you're
Fine, you win, we can have a contest to see the biggest wigger
Oh, you win again, it feel great, I heard you don't like white emcee's
Traded in your Kani and X for a fresh set of Echo's and Adidas
You as hip hop as Brooks and as manly as gartar belts
And if you're so creative, talk about other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your in arms
I'm tearing down that Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Girls (I got 5 on scary spice)
But both of are in desperate need of backup singers when it's live
And I know they think you're original but me through this portal
You bit your whole styles from an underground emcee Vordul
rumors about me to everyone you meet, evade being a man
I heard you're out an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have your boy Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Wake Up Show
The red-headed kingpin, step child to a little herpe festering
Heard you only pull females when you you're a lesbian
Wanna sign autographs, but all your fans are
The evolution will not be televised, as your #1 fan becomes master
I'd love to give you a hand but all I got is a finger
Farakhan won't squash this, so we can finish it on Springer
Newsweek martyr, your rhetoric retort
You outta roll under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't have luncheons
Got a freestyle and the rest of your style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher busts fresh when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all popped up on your
Manipulate connects so they wanna see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 get served
Now it's time to pay dues when Daddy Warbucks
your face onto the cover of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so write your rhymes ahead of
And still come twice as fresh
And keep it all in the family, Rose, I'll take a back seat
Keep my name out your mouths my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, hope you liked my little
And hope to hear from you soon, signed, friend, Sole