Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

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

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist
I'm underground and blowin 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 beat homeless ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and
Tell me bout the things ear biter you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
bout my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm like a
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to
You're hardcore, in a sense like 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 done yet

You soft as a baby takin a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on Clef's dick to come back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course contributed
To not knowin ya and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a fast diet
Call the paramedic and them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be next year, yeah I said it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First rule of war, never repeat it
You that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas'
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The King of all rappers that ever the stage
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it to liquid
And drown shorty, his lungs until I rip it
busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
at corny-buster, he can't walk down 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 even his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

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