Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon have some fun hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, on to ya seats
Oh yeah is the total banger too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop style baby, remember

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just
Duck your little bitch ass for frontin
You level crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your
The of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to give your ass a blood bath
about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm you want to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jackson
For some Action

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! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my you bought to read
You you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, save shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can some 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 ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my golden
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm a pimp
Who thought he had a to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense 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 break it 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 baby takin a nap
Make my dick with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my styles is
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
To not ya limits and who you need to test
you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to
I'ma tear the off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet
Call the paramedic and tell them he pathetic
His ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First rule of lyrical war, never it
You said that same at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for years and drops bombs ?
copped solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas'
Faggot, you better battle two
Cause number one, got his locked down son
The King of all rappers ever graced the stage
or the mic, that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it to liquid
And shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk his own street
Better run and get the
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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