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 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 with the majors and all
'Til my man Louie gave me a call
and talked about 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 fifty thousand orders"
"Maybe more 'Bus, who your fanbase is emormous"
Well of course, look who toured with; Wyclef
I didn't twenty million 'cause it wasn't my time yet
I'm satisfied with the line up I with
Kool G Rap, Monch, and Rakim
future superstars I've worked with thus far
Like Free, 106 and Park
You to understand somethin; 'Bus is raw
Raw to the floor, raw reservoirs,
Auger mandible jaws, split you in half
to rippin jackers, but I rip a jackass
Before we battle, two questions I have to ask
Are you any firearms, and did you pack your bags?
Cool, 'cause I'ma you feel real bad
And I'ma make you so mad, you'll probably
I can see you tryna get me they got Biggie
Somewhere in the city, on a pretty day when I in Jiggy
And I got with me
give you a buck-fifty so quickly,
you won't even know that ya dripping
So much on the floor, you might as well be pretending
to be mudwrestling a bitches PMSing
Sounds tempting, doesn't it?
Dissing me really worth it, was it?
I'm buggin, I know a lot of y'all it
and tryed to convince the public to safe bug
But just think, I played y'all like a bunch of
You play Roulette with a musket,
and got busted in own nugget
A twenty-one gun salute no bullets and no trumpets
While the rain pours and the thunders
Your rotten carcass so pungent, it turns my stomach
Attracts the buzzards, on Fox Eyewitness coverage
Rip the Jacker's on the in London,
he through US customs and flew 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 risk to the American public
And don't call the law 'cause he thinks he's above it
Let's get one thing you can't touch him,
Outsmart him, out him, or out hustle him
You can't beat 'em - join 'em, you can't 'em - fuck 'em
Can-I-Bus, ya hate 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 give a fuck about the games you play
I gnaw on ya 'til my teeth turn blue-gray
Or turn yellow like I brushed in a few days
And the starts to taste like red toothpaste
this ain't communion and that ain't Kool-Aid
Delicacies the FDA approve in the states
Like a little witche's brew in vanilla latte
Or perhaps of Dog in a Malaysian cafe
If I was a cook I would take a half day
Clock out and never come back, you the back pay
some metaphorical shit, all you have A
Is that why all you weirdos all to me?
Look at yourself, why you even 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, cool I don't agree
I proved myself, time and again
Grippin mics like Heinekens, who want me to again?
You could never expire the fire
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 the credit - get it?
You see that way, things couldn't work out pleasant