Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, on to ya seats
Oh yeah is the total banger too
Word up, total banger
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

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

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob Marley
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
Steady rollin in a world I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new to hire
You're hardcore, in a like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to
Nigga in we trust

Now it down for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, word up, no
Oh I ain't yet

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

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