Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip Off

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Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus,
Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus

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Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Can I rip it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm (Ohhhhhh!)

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Yo, my brain races to create these lyrical mosaics like
To me record store and art galleries are merely the same
I like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van Gogh is amazin
Canibus is not some average rap patron, patience
I went through changes, not with the majors and all
my man Louie Lombard gave me a call
and talked some other way to cake off
I thought hmmm.. I could more, he said "Sure"
"I could put you in about three stores,
and get at least thousand orders"
"Maybe more 'Bus, who your fanbase is emormous"
Well of course, who I've toured with; Wyclef
I didn't sell twenty million 'cause it my time yet
I'm satisfied the line up I rhyme with
Kool G Rap, Monch, and Rakim
Including future superstars I've worked with far
Like Free, from 106 and
You to understand somethin; 'Bus is raw
Raw to the floor, raw reservoirs,
mechanical mandible jaws, split you in half
Addicted to rippin jackers, but I rip a
Before we battle, there's two questions I to ask
Are you any firearms, and did you pack your bags?
Cool, 'cause I'ma make you real bad
And I'ma make you so mad, you'll probably
I can see you get me like they got Biggie
Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day when I in Jiggy
And I got with me
I'll you a buck-fifty so quickly,
you won't even know that ya nose
So much blood on the floor, you as well be pretending
to be mudwrestling a bitches PMSing
kinda tempting, doesn't it?
Dissing me really worth it, was it?
I'm buggin, I know a lot of loved it
and tryed to convince the to safe bug this
But just think, I played y'all a bunch of puppets
You play Russian with a musket,
and got in your own nugget
A twenty-one gun salute no bullets and no trumpets
While the rain and the storm thunders
Your rotten smells so pungent, it turns my stomach
Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness coverage
Rip the Jacker's on the in London,
he slipped through US customs and to Dublin
as a janitor in a school or somethin
Workin for little or nothin, I'm you DON'T TRUST HIM
He's a complete risk to the public
And don't ever call the law 'cause he thinks above it
Let's get one thing straight; you touch him,
Outsmart him, out muscle him, or out him
You beat 'em - join 'em, you can't join 'em - fuck 'em
Can-I-Bus, either ya him or ya love him

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Yeah yeah, I you at Ruby Tuesday's
With a toupee, on ya two-way -- you look gay
Nigga I don't give a fuck the games you play
I gnaw on ya bones 'til my teeth turn
Or turn yellow like I ain't brushed in a few
And the starts to taste like red toothpaste
Nigga this ain't communion and that Kool-Aid
Delicacies the FDA approve in the states
Like a little brew in your vanilla latte
Or Filet of Dog in a Malaysian cafe
If I was a cook I would probably a half day
Clock out and never come back, you keep the pay
some metaphorical shit, all you have A
Is that why all you weirdos all to me?
Look at yourself, why you listen to me?
to yourself, your constantly dissin me
Well to this bitch, get off my D
If you don't think that I'm the illest, that's I don't agree
I myself, time and time again
Grippin like Heinekens, who want me to rhyme again?
You could never expire the within
me with a gun is easy, try a pen
For the use it was
I don't like to be the one to start the nigga,
but I how to end it
Kill yourself I'll take the - get it?
You see that way, things couldn't out more pleasant