Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In your placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You level crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a of dynamite
You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The of rap will never meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
Blast ya fifty ass and make you float
You it shook 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
hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, you got to call Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You you watch the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
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 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 lyrics drop thunder
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
in Todd 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 ain't yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick hard with bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum 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 em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so try it
No more rhymin, you on a fast diet
the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First rule of 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
my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid Grammy's that say Todd
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause one, got his title locked down son
The King of all that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
Chest open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga

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