Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the
And you still want me to protect you - it make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a weight
Without me you're you better face it
You ain't show me when you was at your apex
Getting paychecks up at the with DMX and Flex
wreck while Noreaga was catching his breath
I had to the situation in check
Look at the veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The industry you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all been doin'
Besides talkin' shit I ain't done to 'em
They just mad when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
Between me and you, yo you know I run through 'em

Calm

Who you telling to calm nigga, I'm a ripper remember?
I you not to do "Gone Til November."
But you wouldn't listen. I always had your interests in mind
I wrote all your best lyrical
If it for me you'd be writin' pitiful lines
On if you was tired, I was spittin' sometimes
Nobody knew you bit off my
I would be quiet, stand to the side and let that shit ride
But I'm getting tired of having to you Bis
If it wasn't for me would've signed you Bis

What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a business
You a lying ass bitch and you it
Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one thing I learned in biz
Stay and don't quit Rip
Why you 'bout old shit?

Germaine, you fuckin' brain
Don't you understand, fuck the
You should just out names
The industry's all game
I shit on 'em all the
And I leave spit on their brain
Like chocolate spilling over their new white trainers
Insane is an understatement, I'm
Canibus is amazing, I don't what the fuck Germain is
I know that both of y'all are trying my patience
I don't give a about a beat, I've been rhyming for ages
Rippers are dangerous. All are afraid of us
You wanna me Bis? Kick a rhyme!

That's

A'ight then, to mine
I jump in a impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you not to do
Rip your out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark
Make it to find you
that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the
on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a to go
my Casio stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's or coke
I can kill you by the globe
Or I can spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a to no. I silenced the Pope
Do you know how rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your
Study my own syntax statistics '96
With CPA assistance
I made a decision that my standards are above
The only thing I can honestly say I love than women
Are writtens. If it ain't dope then don't spit it
be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then quit
Be careful of the tongue it to bend to the left
According to manufacture's specs make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in neck fucking with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip
Stock versions of sick verses that come conversion kits
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst Rip
You never experienced work this, Bitch!
Welcome to the serpentine world I spit
The where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live

Okay Rip you made point, I can't out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I never doubt that too
A lot of rappers is jealous that's why they attack you
They think you the best, that's why wanna battle you
At the moment of I let you design the tattoos
You are the illest alive. That's a that you proved
Just a couple rappers don't it to happen for you
Raggin' on you battling is all you can do
You didn't enough units to be honest with you
Nobody knows the truth, you got talent out the
When niggas first heard you it was "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a but you damaged him too
So what if the ladies think more handsome than you
What happens if the rumors about being a faggot are
what it's running into
I don't feel like this discussion with you
I'm tired of fucking you
Niggas in the game don't do nothing with you
with you. Going one on one with who?
They get rid of you. Shit is too lyrical
Headhunters out to get you. why I had to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another
Without you I'm
God you
What you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third album been mentioning you
I got your name on my arm, I'm you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I respect your opinion as a professional
I just want you to to what I'm telling you
What happened L and you, forget it
People know you won the battle, they will give you the
A lot of people don't want to it
But I it a real privilege
To bear to your lyrics and be involved in sharing the merits
I'm indebted
I just need you to chill for a second so I can a positive message
Like before he left us
The author of the work Genesis
Has inspired me to write the ExeBis
As a constant reminder not to Bis
But I've reached a
Rip
You can't rhyme forever, there's always somebody with better
I you out the public eye for a reason
You're a commodity Rip. Ain't how you wanna keep it?
I keep your secret
I bring bitches to the every weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, patronizing me
You me
All you wanna do is steal from me
You constantly keep me behind of concrete
Lock me in the like a fuckin zombie
If I was a
acknowledge me
You ain't neither, you ain't got no college degree
You can't without me
Stop at me
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to borrow the
Get the fuck out my Bis!