Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

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

I'm a Anticon iconoclast catalyst for
Fox dissing 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 record and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them pretty making wack beats
To hell with phat beats I'd rock acapella
I'd rather be 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, got served in neon
Trendy indie underground 'cause you got a choice
Take away elitist buddies and you haven't got a voice
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and
No paying record stores for all your propaganda
marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was year you'd be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after your indie and the label has recouped
You're broker than when Libra you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you femanine to
I'll be serving you 'till you're me ice cream in a mall
Some said this is an underground Canibus and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll serve all of y'all
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed ego
Running the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth
I you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your sound like crap
Hiding lack of intellect behind catch phrase and babble
Indellibles'll never get a full-length 'cause you don't be outshined
Fine, I you wanna kill me and get fools after me
The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace ll
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your

[Sole mimmicking
Yo, wha, what did he just me dun?
Yo, I know man
Yo, I, I don't what he just called you man
Well, yo, go get the books, go get the
Yo, man, apparently you must have ripped all the pages out in the dictionary
man, you've used all the words
So I'm gonna find out what he called me?
He's big words against me?
Yo, is intrepid god

I'm a hip hop artist, you biting emcee sucker
Had a crayon contest with retarted kids and picked the wackest cover
Picked the wrong emcee to subliminally, every line dissected
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to face and on record
For the record, I know the from which out you have stepped
First you sound like Beatnuts, you're mr. 4,000 syllables
One bar, out of on stage a failure
Gotta rockin' mics and start rockin' an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
Since when do records show up in a W-E-A box?
By your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's hard, ain't got investors to put out their music
Underground conspiracy, but ain't used by No Limit
Mad 'cause you didn't blow up, the victim of own wack gimmick
But some fools bought into it 'cause they know no better
That you're a hamburger pimp, out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a emcee that can't freestyle?
All those references to emcee's, come battle me
in Boston, you starting calling fools out?
And when tried to battle, you were the first to break out
Well, you surely wanna battle, of course you wanna fight, you're bigger
Fine, you win, we can have a to see who's the biggest wigger
Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I heard you like white emcee's
Traded in your and X hats for a fresh set of Echo's and Adidas
You as hip hop as Garth and as manly as gartar belts
And if you're so creative, about something other than yourself
No, I'm not dissing New York or any of your comrades in
I'm tearing down that posterboy Miss leprachaun
vs. The Spice Girls (I got 5 on scary spice)
But both of y'all are in desperate of backup singers when it's live
And I they think you're original but follow me through this portal
You bit whole styles from an underground emcee named Vordul
Spread rumors about me to you meet, evade being a man
I heard putting out an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
done enough talking, so I know you ain't fading Sole
Have boy Rupert 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 you tell'em you're a lesbian
Wanna sign autographs, but all fans are rappers
The evolution will not be televised, as your #1 fan your master
I'd love to give you a hand but all I got is a middle
won't squash this, so we can finish it on Jerry Springer
Newsweek martyr, bring your retort
You outta tootsie under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
FYI: starving artists don't corporate luncheons
Got a horrible freestyle and the rest of your is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher busts fresh when I blast'em
And those freestyles, they all popped up on your album
Manipulate your so they wanna see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 you'd get
Now time to pay dues like when Daddy Warbucks
your face onto the cover of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so your rhymes ahead of time
And I'll still come twice as
And keep it all in the family, like Rose, I'll take a back
Keep my out your mouths like my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, you liked my little poem
And hope to from you soon, signed, your friend, Sole