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 is the total banger too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

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

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and my seeds
Talk my book you bought to read
You know you the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
Run town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm underground and blowin your rep down
time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat your ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
Tell me the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the
Talkin my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the 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 Heather
But definitely not with the lyrics drop thunder
you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
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 as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass
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 ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get
Get on your knees, bow to my degrees
Young slacker, save that for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten
was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a
Career be next year, yeah 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 same 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 model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's that say
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his locked down son
The of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm
Write a verse and it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs I rip it
Chest busts open, bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he walk down his own street
Better run and get the
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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