Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

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

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist
I'm underground and blowin your rep down
time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle some
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
bout my first 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 he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense like Heather
But definitely not with the lyrics that thunder
you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
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, up, no bullshit
Oh I done yet

You soft as a baby takin a nap
my dick hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one flat
Suckin on Clef's dick to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
When you step into the of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to
I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh 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 he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're 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 war, never repeat it
You said that bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm 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 ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas'
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked 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 down to
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
Chest open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
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 even turn his mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga

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