Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon have some fun hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, on to ya seats
Oh yeah this is the banger too
up, total banger baby
Hip-Hop style baby, y'all

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four crackhead ass ain't hurtin nuttin
you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting fucked by a stick of
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty ass and make you float
You it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give grimy ass a blood bath
Talk about broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
Don't hate me I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, plus
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
For some Affirmative

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my
Talk about my book you to read
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, where you can some clown
On top of all that, I'll beat your ass down
Heard convicted rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
Climbed mountains, the praise of the Lord
bout my first and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the riches of my empire, I'm like a
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new Canipus to
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics drop thunder
you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
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 done yet

You soft as a newborn baby a nap
Make my dick hard that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one flat
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
Never that, nigga my styles is
is prohibited, of course that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
you step into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow down to my
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they made me chuckle like a name
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh it, you goin pop
I feed you a poisonous so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet
Call the paramedic and tell them that he
His rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be next year, yeah I said it
over your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
rule of lyrical war, never repeat it
You said that bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a role too
my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and drops ?
Who's copped gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his title locked 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, it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
Chest busts open, heart and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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