Luyện nghe bài hát The Rip Off

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Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus,
Can-i-bus, Can-i-bus, [2x]

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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 races to create these lyrical mosaics like paintings
To me record and art galleries are merely the same thing
I feel like I'm Rembrandt and my man Van is amazin
Canibus is not average rap patron, have patience
I went through changes, not being the majors and all
'Til my man Louie Lombard me a call
and talked some other way to cake off
I hmmm.. I could make more, he said "Sure"
"I could put you in about thousand stores,
and get at least thousand orders"
"Maybe more 'Bus, who knows your is emormous"
Well of course, look who I've toured with;
I didn't sell twenty million it wasn't my time yet
I'm with the line up I rhyme with
Kool G Rap, Pharoahe Monch, and
Including future superstars I've worked with far
Like Free, 106 and Park
You need to understand 'Bus is raw
Raw to the floor, raw reservoirs,
Auger mechanical mandible jaws, split you in
to rippin jackers, but I rip a jackass
Before we battle, two questions I have to ask
Are you carrying any firearms, and did you pack your
Cool, 'cause I'ma make you real bad
And I'ma make you so mad, probably spazz
I can see you tryna get me they got Biggie
Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day I dressed in Jiggy
And I got security me
I'll give you a so quickly,
you won't even that ya nose dripping
So much blood on the floor, you might as well be
to be mudwrestling a dozen PMSing
kinda tempting, doesn't it?
Dissing me wasn't 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 like a bunch of puppets
You play Russian Roulette a musket,
and got in your own nugget
A twenty-one gun salute no bullets and no trumpets
While the rain pours and the storm
Your rotten carcass smells so pungent, it turns my
Attracts the buzzards, on Fox News coverage
Rip the Jacker's on the in London,
he slipped through US and flew to Dublin
Frontin as a janitor in a or somethin
for little or nothin, I'm warnin you DON'T TRUST HIM
He's a complete to the American public
And ever call the law 'cause he thinks he's above it
Let's get one thing you can't touch him,
him, out muscle him, or out hustle him
You can't beat 'em - 'em, you can't join 'em - fuck 'em
Can-I-Bus, ya hate him or ya love him

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Yeah yeah, I seen you at Ruby
a toupee, talkin on ya two-way -- you look gay
Nigga I give a fuck about the games you play
I gnaw on ya bones 'til my teeth turn
Or turn yellow like I ain't in a few days
And the blood starts to taste like red
Nigga this ain't communion and that Kool-Aid
the FDA won't approve in the states
Like a little witche's brew in your latte
Or perhaps Filet of Dog in a cafe
If I was a cook I would take a half day
Clock out and never back, you keep the back pay
That's some metaphorical shit, all you A
Is that why all you all attracted to me?
at yourself, why you even listen to me?
Listen to yourself, your dissin me
Well to this bitch, get off my D
If you don't think that I'm the illest, that's cool I agree
I myself, time and time again
Grippin mics like Heinekens, who me to rhyme again?
You never expire the fire within
Killin me a gun is easy, try a pen
For the use it was
I don't like to be the one to the drama nigga,
but I how to end it
Kill yourself take the credit - get it?
You see that way, things work out more pleasant