Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your little bitch ass for
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 to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch zones
everlasting lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm to give your grimy ass a blood bath
Talk bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm you want 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 open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
pounds and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't
I'm goin and blowin your rep down
Next time, save shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle clown
On top of all that, I'll beat your ass down
Heard that convicted on the record too
out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a world that I'm
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the
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 like a
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 drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, you scared to bust
Nigga in Todd we

Now it down for me !

See I, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, amateur, M,C's
in hip-hop, word up, no
Oh I done yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass
Where you at? Smokin in one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
To not knowin ya and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin 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 energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme you need it?
rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold that say Todd
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better battle two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The King of all rappers that ever the stage
or the mic, that ever 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 busts open, bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver manipulate transform
thought process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk 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 turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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