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
up, total banger baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy
In your placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped little bitch ass for frontin
You four crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of
You're weak nigga, you to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a and a half
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 the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
For some Affirmative

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
Run town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lounge
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear taught you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and 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 to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, 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 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 flat
Suckin on Clef's hopin to come back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, 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, nigga you need to
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 he pathetic
His rhymes energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said that same bullshit at of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga 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 fifteen years and bombs ?
Who's copped solid Grammy's that say Todd
you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, his lungs until I rip it
busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
thought process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, don't even his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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