Luyện nghe bài hát Second Round Knockout

[mike

Hey mike tyson here speakin with the canibus man here
Yo canibus your main objective out is to do nuttin but
Eat eat eat eat mc's, for lunch,
Hey man they been playin me all my man
You know I won a title a couple a times did
No but they hurt us man
We gonna do it, get up in ring man, put on these gloves
Let me show you how to handle this nigga

one - canibus]

Yo i'ma let the world the truth!
You don't me to shine
You studied my rhyme, then you laced your vocals mine
a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum, you droppin clues
I studied background, read the book that you wrote
Researched the footnotes, how you used to sniff coke
like a drug free role model, you disgust me
I bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around off your body cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got
Mad at me cause I kick shit real niggas feel
While 99% of your fans wear high
ice-t to kool moe dee to jay-z
Now you wanna fuck with me? you be crazy!
You drippin with juice, and you can't get it off
You better be to finish what you start, nigga!

- (canibus in parentheses)
Hey hey hey hey, you hold it right there
(yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the fighter in the trunks
(yo, yo get the off me man)
If I see one more of those, outta here brotha
(yo get out my way man, yo he started shit)
You (fuck you!)
You'll be (I'll bite that nigga again!)
bein a bitch (get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a

[mike
Yo man you gotta hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass niggaz out wit me man
We're warriors man, when we go battle
We come out, or don't out at all!

two - canibus]
Yo, you give me the respect that I deserve or i'ma take it by force
Blast you with a 45 colt, make you
Shock you with a couple hundred thousand thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you talk
about who strikes the hardest not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I that wack ass verse
That shit was the worse, rhyme I ever in my life
Cause the rapper of all time died on march 9th
God bless his soul in peace kid
It's of him now at least I know what beef is
It's not what I would call this, see this is different
A faggot nigga trying to a living off of dissing
Somebody he's got to know is better than him
But he's himself, cause he got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you something, you got more cash than me
But you got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really to show off, we can get it on
Live in front of the cameras on own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse, it, I'll let you kick em all
I'd even for the studio audience to applaud [cheers]

Now me rip the tat from your arm
Kick you in the groin, stick you for your vanguard
In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd
Make wife get on the horn call minister farrakhan
So he could persuade me to squash it, I'd saw naw he it
He forgot a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man, such as
to run 20 miles in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of off hand
From a lost and forgotten land, you did it man
You done spitted some wack
And thought that because it's been a minute I'd forget it?
that! 'cause like common and cube I see the bitch in you
And i'ma the world see it too, motherfucker!

[verse three -
I'll you on the net
battle you in the flesh
I'll you over the phone, you can call me collect
I'll you for the respect
I'll you over a blank check
I'll battle you a gun to my neck
battling's my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me
We can in hot 97's lobby
Constantly battling, out in the
Or of the beats, we can let angie referee
the jail y'all fenced prisoners look tense
Armed with shanks waiting for the battle
and gents,
Pick up the phone and call in the with the highest
? and decide the wench?
Lowest versus the highest, I'll start a
a virus, you run around screaming "stop the violence!"
I rip mics tighter pliers
You say you the of all time?
a liar, your time's expired
You no longer what hip hop requires, so retire!!!