Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You level crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't them zones
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
Held down my for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath
Talk bein broke, nigga I'm rich
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 some Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
pounds and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle clown
On top of all that, I'll beat your ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
out of jail, ass cheeks 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 frozen because my title's
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my 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 a new Canipus to hire
hardcore, in a sense like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you to bust
Nigga in Todd we

Now break it for me !

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

You soft as a baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard that bitch ass track
Where you at? in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick to come back
that, nigga my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to
When you step the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow to my degrees
slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
Call the paramedic and tell them he pathetic
His rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme you need it?
First of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and bombs ?
Who's solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle two
Cause one, got his title locked down son
The King of all 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 drown shorty, fill his lungs I rip it
Chest open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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