Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, on to ya seats
Oh this is the total banger too
Word up, total banger
Hip-Hop style baby, remember

By the middle of March, when the starts
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped little bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of
weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them
Fucking everlasting lyrical is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You read it nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
Cause I learned, to the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me
I'm you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, you got to call Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, save shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle some
On top of all that, I'll beat your homeless ass
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
Talkin my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense like Heather
But definitely not with the that drop thunder
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in we trust

Now break it for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, word up, no
Oh I done yet

You as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass
you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my styles is
Yours is prohibited, of course contributed
To not knowin ya and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in foil, ready to boil
I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
Call the and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're as a diabetic
Career be over year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's that say
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his title down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk his own street
Better run and get the
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

" Now wait for the studio audience to applaud, faggot, "