Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We gon have some 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 middle of March, when the pregnancy
In ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
taped your little bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're famous
for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you bout to die up in your
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't 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
Held down my crown for a and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a blood
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
Cause I learned, to seperated the money from the
Don't hate me cause I'm paid, me because
I'm everything you want to be : handsome, young, legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Affirmative

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around town the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin and blowin your rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's
Or a House Party, where you can battle clown
On top of all that, I'll beat your homeless ass
Heard that rapist on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks black and blue
Tell me bout the things ear biter you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady rollin in a world 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 riches of my empire, I'm like a
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but found a new to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense like Hunter
But definitely not with the lyrics that thunder
Found you in a 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, up, no bullshit
Oh I ain't yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that bitch ass
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to back
Never that, nigga my is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not ya limits and who you need to test
When you step the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
slacker, save that demo for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
I'ma tear the skin off ya ass with ten
Rhymes was weak, they made me like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you need to
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I feed you a poisonous verse so try it
No rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're as a diabetic
Career be over next year, yeah I it
Look over shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, never it
You said that same bullshit at House of
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who for fifteen years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold that say Todd
you dropped verses at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
Cause number one, got his locked down son
The King of all rappers that graced the stage
or the mic, best ever did it I'm wicked
a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his lungs I rip it
Chest busts open, bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver brainwaves transform
your process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he walk down his own street
Better run and get the
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an slash icon
And Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga

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