Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In your placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for
You four level crackhead ass ain't nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood
Talk bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the money the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
For some Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin and blowin your rep down
time, save 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 convicted on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and
Tell me bout the things ear taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and 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
You're hardcore, in a like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
in Todd we trust

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 ain't yet

You as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to
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, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the off ya ass with ten knuckles
was weak, they made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
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 ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen and drops bombs ?
Who's copped gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle two
number one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to
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 transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's retreat
at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

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