Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, when the starts
In your placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped little bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass 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 overlord of rap will never meet
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever 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
pounds and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob Marley
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep
Next time, save shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down
Heard that convicted on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
Steady rollin in a world 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 riches of my empire, I'm a pimp
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But not with the lyrics that drop thunder
you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in 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 baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that ass track
you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come
Never that, nigga my styles is
is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
When you step into the house of the and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
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 a name buckle
You em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
Call the and tell them that he pathetic
His ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be next year, yeah I said it
Look your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said that same at House 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 years and drops bombs ?
copped solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas'
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause one, got his title locked down son
The of all rappers that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm
Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to
And shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
your thought process, my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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