Luyện nghe bài hát Ripped To Shreds

[Verse 1: Celph

Im coming to your classroom like Kindergarten Cop (I)End the starters (I) am the hardest artist to rock (I)
over your whip and turn your strip into a horror scene
When the hammer bust we start a war we carnivores need to eat
Aint running shit bitch we aint scared, you aint gonna disrespect a vet
With a chopper that (got shell catchers) wont be no ballistic
I get the check, I get the dough, goddamnit I be the fo sho
Celph Titled in the motherfuckin spot, get shot mother fuckers will hit the floor
When my above the margin are barging in
Your whole parliament butter soft like tubs of margarine
Awesome arson with a large cartridge sparking often involved in carving apart kids in they apartment/ And
You cant see me from this angle/
But the torch on my arm will show you a four alarm blaze will do
The Caucasian dude lacerations from Sabretooth
My hold guns like Sarah Palin in a bathing suit

Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas
You can kill a Cambodian kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a priest
Your momma, father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a man
See the moral of the story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill but no a fucking pharaoh

[Verse 2:

I believe you not in the
And obviously you blind to see you not in the
You might wanna be on wine you high on the E
I like Mohammed Ali
Test me, you wont to be my
Food for thought, who thought?
That I woulda something you woulda bought
Cause you wouldve I wouldve been
Too up to prove it again
Too perked up to lose it
you press got me moving my pen
And I aint rolling around, in his head and a hole in the ground
I aint wait, my moment is now
I gotta Imma flow out of town
I gotta fake like Im holding the pound
I aint got eight, I got four in the
Get shot when the hot Glock is cocked and it popped and it sure enough fold you clowns (?)
Call the now
I aint trying to till Im ninety and sick
Die like and Clyde in the whip
Flows so sick it you of shit
Dont know when the coppers around
I never Jay copping the pound
I aint ever seen vinnie ridin around in a Crown Victoria at the scene of a
a look on his face like fuck you now
Fuck him, her, you can hate me now
You keep on going till it break me
Imma keep on spitting till they me down

[Chorus:

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas
You can kill a Cambodian cant kill a
a African Spanish nigga your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, kill a fucking
momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, kill a man
See the moral of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill but no a fucking pharaoh

3: Vinnie Paz]

Im to meet people, I have a tendency to eat people
My team feeds you the priest on the steeple
I dont listen to anything you legal
a Christian to anything you would deem evil
Left with holes is how the sub leave you
Small and precise, like you was poked with needles
I dont drag my brother into it cause hes
But takes a lot of shots like Japanese people
In fact I take a lot of shots like does
I dont smoke the rock but the homie does
Stoupe the mother fucker to show me drugs
And how to keep the motherfuckers in the Folgers mug
You a bitch, you dont do what a does
If I was you Id move into the left like Miss does
to everybody living that shows me love
And hating on the god you can hold your slug

Demoz]

Light a candle in the snow, fuck a Christmas
You can kill a cant kill a pharaoh
Kill a African Spanish your fucking niece
Kill the president, terrorist, a fucking priest
momma, your father, your sister, and your right hand
Kill a hustler, customer, a white man
See the of this story is you can spare ammo and anybody kill yourself but no a fucking pharaoh