Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never defeat
Pain and agony, I touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
Held down my for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to your grimy 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 want to be : handsome, young, legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, you got to call Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around with the Bob Marley imposters
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 shit for the Lounge
Or a House Party, you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard convicted rapist on the record too
out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
Steady rollin in a world that I'm
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the 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 he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
hardcore, in a sense 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 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 dick hard with that ass track
you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
To not ya limits 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
slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he
His rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, I said it
over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said that same bullshit at of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops ?
Who's copped gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you better number two
number one, got his title locked 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, it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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