Luyện nghe bài hát Dear Elpee

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

I'm a Anticon catalyst for cataclysm
Tell Fox dissing Sole, bad decision
Your egosystem's frail, with a spoon I dissect it
Soundin' like Corky got his on a websters dictionary
A Ras Kass and a brand new MPC
Pressing all them buttons making wack beats
To hell with phat I'd rather rock acapella
I'd rather be broke and a whole'lotta resent
Not a rich king, a pawn, a for me to pee on
out 9th street, a big sign, El-Pee got served in neon
Trendy indie underground 'cause you got a choice
Take away your elitist buddies and you haven't got a
No five thousand for radio, no hundred thou for adds and
No record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda
marketing scheme, its cool to be independent
But if it was last year be a dun or a Missy Elliot
And after indie bravado and the label has recouped
You're broker than Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke
I strike you awestruck you femanine to
I'll be serving you 'till you're serving me ice in a mall
Some fool said this is an underground and LL
Well that's comedy, 'cause I'll serve all three of
Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed ego
Running around the Bay looking for Sole your foot in your mouth
I you like the Bay (castro) but think four tracks are wack
Lost in the ozone and all your mixdowns sound crap
lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase and babble
Indellibles'll never get a full-length 'cause you don't wanna be
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 lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate malopropism

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

I'm a hip hop artist, you style biting sucker
Had a crayon contest with retarted kids and the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line
Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your and on record
For the record, I know the muck from which out you have
First you sound like Beatnuts, then you're mr. 4,000
One bar, out of breath on a failure
Gotta quit rockin' mics and start an asthma inhaler
El-Producto, as Fox
Since do indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out their
Underground conspiracy, but this used by No Limit
Mad you didn't blow up, the victim of your own wack gimmick
But some fools bought into it 'cause don't know no better
That a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar
Yo, what's a emcee that can't freestyle?
All those references to imaginary emcee's, battle me
in Boston, you starting 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 a contest to see who's the biggest wigger
Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I you don't like white emcee's
Traded in your Kani and X hats for a set of Echo's and Adidas
You as hip hop as Garth Brooks and as 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 in arms
I'm tearing that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin' leprachaun
El-Pee vs. The Girls (I got 5 on scary spice)
But of y'all are in desperate need of backup singers when it's live
And I they think you're original but follow me through this portal
You bit your whole from an underground emcee named Vordul
Spread rumors about me to everyone you meet, evade a man
I you're putting out an instrumental album of sitars, pots and pans
You've done enough talking, so I know you ain't Sole
Have your boy Rupert Murdock fly you out, I'll serve you on the Wake Up
The kingpin, step child to a little herpe sore festering
Heard you only pull females when you you're a lesbian
Wanna sign autographs, but all your are rappers
The evolution will not be televised, as your #1 fan becomes master
I'd to give you a hand but all I got is a middle finger
won't squash this, so we can finish it on Jerry Springer
Newsweek martyr, bring rhetoric retort
You tootsie roll under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short
starving artists don't have corporate luncheons
Got a horrible freestyle and the of your style is (studio punch-ins)
The dun-crusher fresh overly when I blast'em
And those so-called freestyles, they all popped up on album
your connects so they wanna see me on a curb
But I guarantee you lyin' 'cause you know 1-on 1 you'd get
Now it's time to pay like when Daddy Warbucks
your face onto the cover of the last Stress
We gonna battle, so write rhymes ahead of time
And I'll still twice as fresh
And keep it all in the family, Rose, I'll take a back seat
Keep my name out your like my wax from the racks of (phat beats)
Fat ego's inflated, hope you liked my poem
And hope to hear from you soon, signed, your friend,