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

By the middle of March, when the starts
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped your little ass for frontin
You four level ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a of dynamite
You're 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 everlasting lyrical is my throne
ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
I learned, to seperated the money 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, you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't open your mouth and mention my seeds
about my book you bought to read
You know you the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin rep down
Next time, that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down
that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass still black 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 frozen my title's golden
Steady 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 second and 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 but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, 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, up, no bullshit
Oh I done yet

You as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
you at? Smokin 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 and who you need to test
When you into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for Jack the
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass 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 he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a
Career be next year, yeah I said it
Look your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the fuse
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold that say Todd
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the
or the mic, that 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
Chest busts open, heart bursts and
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
your thought process, when my pen corressed
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, I'm an idol slash icon
And Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

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