Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We gon have some fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is the total too
Word up, total banger
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 bitch ass for
You four level crackhead ass ain't nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a of dynamite
weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to your grimy ass a blood bath
about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jackson
For some Affirmative

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your and mention my seeds
about my book you bought to read
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 the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, exist
I'm goin underground and your rep down
time, save that shit for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can battle clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
that convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
Tell me the things 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 that I'm
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the praise of the
Talkin bout my first and second and third
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 like Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to
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 ain't yet

You soft as a baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that ass track
Where you at? in some one room flat
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to
When you into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
the paramedic 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 you need it?
First rule of war, never repeat it
You said that same bullshit at House of
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the fuse
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops ?
Who's solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause one, got his title locked down 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, fill his lungs I rip it
Chest busts open, heart and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all better retreat
at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

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