Luyện nghe bài hát Bis Vs. RIP

Yo, you fuckin' me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement
And you still me to protect you - it doesn't make sense
Can-I-Bitch. I supported you a weight bench
me you're defenseless you better face it
You ain't show me when you was at your apex
paychecks up at the radio with DMX and Flex
Catching wreck while Noreaga was catching his
I had to the situation in check
Look at the veins in my neck, Jermaine is the best
The fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all been doin'
Besides shit I ain't done nothin' to 'em
They just mad when I see 'em I don't run up to 'em
me and you, yo you know I run right through 'em

Calm

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

What?! Man, why you trippin', you it's a crazy business
You a ass bitch and you know it
Home was part my company, I co-owned it
If its one I learned in show biz
Stay focused and quit Rip
Why you talkin' old shit?

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

That's

A'ight then, to mine
I in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your
Bury you to shark fossils
Make it to find you
Depths that Jacque himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the
Shit on you in and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the out of your soul
nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my Casio stop watch, counting it
Like drug lords to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the
Or I can just inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I silenced the
Do you know how many rhymes economically grossed?
No? I so
do I
Its a dick between your thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your
my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA certified
I a decision that my standards are above precision
The only I can honestly say I love more than women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope then don't it
Don't be sensitive and get on the
Just practice penmanship
If you can't spit at temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the
According to manufacture's specs you'll a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck fucking Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip
Stock versions of verses that come with conversion kits
With a course every Thursday teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work this, Bitch!
to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world I live

Okay Rip you made your point, I out-rap you
You said you was the illest, I would never doubt too
A lot of these is jealous that's why they attack you
think you the best, that's why they wanna battle you
At the of truth I let you design the tattoos
You are the alive. That's a fact that you proved
a couple rappers don't want it to happen for you
Raggin' on you battling is all you can do
You didn't sell units to be honest with you
Nobody the truth, you got talent out the gazoo
When niggas heard you it was like "Man on the Moon"
You got dissed by a but you damaged him too
So if the ladies think he's more handsome than you
What happens if the rumors about a faggot are true?
Look what running into
I feel like having this discussion with you
I'm of fucking with you
Niggas in the game don't wanna do with you
with you. Going one on one with who?
They wanna get rid of you. Shit is too
Headhunters out to get you. why I had to protect you
I wouldn't disrespect you as another
you I'm unsuccessful
God you
What you think I left you or why I'd ever be tempted to?
Ever since my third I've been mentioning you
I got name on my arm, I'm representing you
You Rip the Jacker. I never question you
I your opinion as a professional nigga
I just want you to listen to I'm telling you
What happened L and you, forget it
know you won the battle, they will give you the credit
A lot of people don't to admit it
But I consider it a privilege
To bear witness to your lyrics and be involved in the merits
I'm indebted
I need you to chill for a second so I can send a positive message
Like Tupac 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 better shit
I keep you out the eye for a reason
a commodity Rip. Ain't that how you wanna keep it?
I keep your secret
I bring bitches to the crib weekend so why is you beefin'?

Ayo, patronizing me
You me
All you wanna do is steal from me
You constantly keep me walls of concrete
Lock me in the like a fuckin zombie
If I was a
acknowledge me
You ain't shit neither, you ain't got no degree
You can't rhyme me
smiling at me
Give me the keys to the garage, I need to the Jeep
Get the out my face Bis!