Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't nuttin
Nigga you the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you
You it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
Cause I learned, to seperated the money the bitch
hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
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 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 percent of his fans, don't
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep
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 rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah that's boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the 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 he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense like Hunter
But not with the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to
Nigga in 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 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 room
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to
you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a fast diet
Call the and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a rhyme when you it?
First of lyrical war, never repeat it
You that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever graced the
or the mic, best that did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and 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 SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver manipulate transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game 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 "