Luyện nghe bài hát Second Round Knockout (Extended Version)

[Mike

Hey Tyson here speakin with the Canibus man over here
Yo Canibus your main out here is to do nuttin but
eat eat eat eat MC's, for lunch,
Hey man they playin me all my life man
You know I won a title a couple a did right
No but they can't us man
We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these
Let me show you how to handle li'l nigga

[Verse One -

Yo I'ma let the know the truth!
You don't want me to
You studied my rhyme, then you laced your after mine
a bitch move, somethin that a homo rapper would do
So you say that you platinum, you only droppin clues
I studied your background, read the book that you
Researched the footnotes, how you used to sniff coke
Frontin a drug free role model, you disgust me
I bitches that seen you smoke weed recently
You walk around showin off your body cause it
Plus to avoid the that you ain't got skills
Mad at me I kick that shit real niggas feel
While 99% of your fans wear heels
Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you fuck with me? You must be crazy!
You drippin with juice, and you can't get it off
You better be prepared to what you start, nigga!

- (Canibus in parentheses)
Hey hey hey hey, you just hold it right
(Yo, get off me man)
We got an illegal low blow on the in the blue trunks
(Yo, yo get the off me man)
If I see one more of those, you're outta here
(Yo get out my way man, yo he this shit)
You (Fuck you!)
You'll be (I'll bite that nigga again!)
Stop a bitch (Get the fuck off me man!)
We came to see a

[Mike
Yo Canibus man you hit harder than that man
You don't want no bitch ass hangin out wit me man
We're man, when we go into battle
we come out, or don't out at all!

[Verse Two -
Yo, you better give me the respect that I or I'ma take it by force
Blast you a 45 colt, make you summersault
Shock you with a hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest not who first
That's why I when I hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worse, rhyme I ever in my life
Cause the greatest of all time died on March 9th
God bless his rest in peace kid
It's because of him now at least I know Beef is
It's not what I would call this, see this is something
A faggot nigga trying to make a off of dissing
that he's got to know is better than him
but he's feelin himself, cause he got more than him
let me tell you something, you might got more cash than me
But you ain't got the skills to eat a ass like me
And if you really want to off, we can get it on
Live in front of the on your own sitcom
I'll let you a verse, fuck 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 mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born
Make your wife get on the horn call Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to it, I'd saw naw he started it
He forgot a hardcore artist is
A hardcore artist is a man, such as myself
trained to run 20 in soft sand
On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of off hand
from a and forgotten land, you done did it man
You done spitted some wack
And probably thought that because it's a minute I'd forget it?
that! 'Cause like Common and Cube I see The Bitch In You
and I'ma make the see it too, motherfucker!

[Verse Three -
battle you on the net
I'll battle you in the
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me
I'll you for the respect
I'll you over a blank check
battle you with a gun to my neck
'Cause my favorite hobby that's probably why you despise me
We can in Hot 97's lobby
Constantly battling, out in the
Or Battle of The Beats, we can let referee
Inside the y'all fenced prisoners look tense
Armed with shanks waiting for the battle
and gents,
pick up the phone and call in the side with the
and decide the wench?
Lowest versus the highest, I'll a riot
You're a virus, you run around "Stop The Violence!"
I rip tighter than pliers
You say you the of all time?
a liar, your time's expired
You no have what Hip Hop requires, so retire!!!