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 yeah this is the total too
Word up, total banger
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy
In your ladies' placenta, that means L just
Duck taped your little bitch ass for
You four level crackhead ass ain't nuttin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
Famous for fucked by a stick of dynamite
weak nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap never meet defeat
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical is my throne
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
I learned, to seperated the money from the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jackson
For some Affirmative

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever your mouth and mention my seeds
about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin your rep
Next time, save that shit for the Lounge
Or a House Party, you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll your homeless ass down
Heard that rapist on the record too
out of jail, ass cheeks still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear taught you
How to a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to
You're hardcore, in a sense like 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 as a newborn baby takin a nap
Make my dick hard with bitch ass track
Where you at? in some one room flat
on Clef's dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
To not ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You em lyrics, nigga you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a fast diet
the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic sweet as a diabetic
Career be over next year, I said it
Look your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that same at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd
you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
number one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that ever the stage
or the mic, best that ever did it I'm
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 SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk 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 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 nigga

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