Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your 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 you're overnight
Famous for fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch them
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
Blast ya fifty pound ass and make you
You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath
Talk about bein broke, I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my
Talk about my you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
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 blowin your rep
Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, you can battle some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
Fresh out of jail, ass still black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen because my title's
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
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 he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But definitely not the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
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, word up, no
Oh I done yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to come
Never that, nigga my styles is
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
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 demo for Jack 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 it, you goin pop
I you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast
the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His rhymes energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over year, yeah I said it
Look over your nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never 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 model 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 at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his title down son
The King of all that ever graced the stage
or the mic, that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart bursts and
YOU SEE NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga

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