Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

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

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob Marley
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin rep down
Next time, save shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle clown
On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down
Heard that convicted on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass still black and blue
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
Steady rollin in a world that I'm
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm 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 lyrics that drop
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in Todd we

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 done yet

You soft as a newborn baby a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one flat
on Clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya and who you need to test
When you step the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet
Call the and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and bombs ?
Who's solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title down son
The of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to
And shorty, fill his lungs until 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 better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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