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 baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now famous overnight
for getting fucked 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 them zones
Fucking everlasting 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 grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, I'm rich
Cause I learned, to the money from the bitch
hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
For Affirmative Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and my seeds
Talk about my you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lounge
Or a House Party, you can battle some clown
On top of all that, beat your homeless ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my and second and third born
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 bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you to bust
Nigga in we trust

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 ain't yet

You soft as a newborn baby a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's hopin to come back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course contributed
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 demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he
His ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First of lyrical war, never 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, 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 ever the stage
or the mic, that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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