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 this is the banger too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop style baby, remember

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
Famous for fucked by a stick of dynamite
weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
Held my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood
Talk about broke, nigga I'm rich
I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, hate me
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, legendary
Talk Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever your 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 mad actor
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
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 that shit for the Lyricist's
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted 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 two? (Yeah butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the
Talkin bout my first and and third born
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 Canipus to
You're hardcore, in a sense like Hunter
But not with the lyrics 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 newborn baby a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not ya limits and who you need to test
When you step the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
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 em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I you a poisonous 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 energetic you're 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?
rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the 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 copped solid gold Grammy's that say
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best ever did it I'm wicked
a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
your thought process, when my pen corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he walk down his own street
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, game over nigga (one time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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