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 yeah is the total banger too
Word up, total banger
Hip-Hop baby, y'all remember

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that means L entered
Duck taped little bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
you want the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will never meet
Pain and agony, I don't touch zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical is my throne
ya fifty pound ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga
Held down my for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give grimy ass a blood bath
about bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to the money from the bitch
Don't me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse Jackson
For some Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a
Run around with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause ninety-nine of his fans, don't exist
I'm underground and blowin 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 homeless ass
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still and blue
Tell me the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
Talkin bout my and second and third born
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
hardcore, in a sense like Heather Hunter
But definitely not the lyrics that drop thunder
you in a trash can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
Nigga in we trust

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 baby takin a nap
Make my hard with that bitch ass track
Where you at? Smokin in some one room
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to back
Never that, nigga my styles is
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not knowin ya limits and who you need to
When you into the house of the Lord and get blessed
Get on your knees, bow to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, to boil
I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, they me chuckle 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 so don't try it
No more rhymin, you on a lyric diet
Call the paramedic and tell them he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic you're sweet as a
Career be over next year, yeah I 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 same bullshit at of Blues
Lit the pipe, the match, and sparked the wrong fuse
Tattoo?, yeah nigga I'm at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, who's the Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen years and bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's say Todd
while you dropped verses at proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title locked son
The King of all rappers 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 open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT SON? (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate transform
your thought process, when my pen corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol slash
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over nigga (one more son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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