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 is the total banger too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop baby, y'all remember

By the middle of March, when the starts
In your ladies' placenta, that L just entered
Duck taped your little ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
Nigga you want the fame, now famous overnight
Famous for fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I 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
down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give grimy ass a blood bath
about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the money the bitch
Don't hate me I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't
I'm underground and blowin your rep down
Next time, that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the
Talkin bout my first and and third 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 retire but a new Canipus to hire
hardcore, in a sense like Heather Hunter
But not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you to bust
in Todd we trust

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 ain't yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one flat
on Clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not ya limits and who you need to test
When you into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a buckle
You em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he
His rhymes energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over year, yeah I said it
Look over shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said that bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold that say Todd
while you verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The King of all rappers that 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, his lungs until I rip it
Chest open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's better
at corny-buster, he can't walk down 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
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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