Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

We just gon have fun with hip hop
A lil hip hop... relax, hold on to ya
Oh yeah this is the total too
up, total banger baby
Hip-Hop style baby, remember

By the of March, when the pregnancy starts
In your ladies' placenta, that L just entered
Duck taped your little ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass hurtin nuttin
Nigga you the fame, now you're famous overnight
Famous for getting by a stick of dynamite
You're weak nigga, you to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
Pain and agony, I don't touch zones
Fucking lyrical methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty ass and make you float
You read it shook nigga, I wrote the book,
down my crown for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your ass a blood bath
Talk about broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
hate me cause I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to Jesse Jackson
For Affirmative Action

repeat 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you to read
You know you the sitcom nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob Marley
Ask Canibus, he ain't this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, exist
I'm goin underground and your rep down
Next time, save that for the Lyricist's Lounge
Or a House Party, you can battle some clown
On top of all that, beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted rapist on the too
Fresh out of jail, ass cheeks still black and
Tell me bout the ear biter taught you
How to a nut or two? (Yeah that's butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you frozen my title's golden
Steady in a world that I'm controllin
awards are for Kings who get OFF!
Climbed platinum mountains, the of the Lord
Talkin bout my first and second and third
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
From the of my empire, I'm like a pimp
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 the lyrics that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, 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 ain't yet

You soft as a newborn takin a nap
Make my dick hard with that ass track
Where you at? Smokin in one room flat
Suckin on dick hopin to come back
that, nigga my styles is unlimited
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 for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I up in aluminum foil, ready 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 out --- ahh fuck it, you goin pop
I feed you a verse so don't try it
No rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
the paramedic and tell them that he pathetic
His ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic
Career be over year, yeah I said it
Look over your shoulder nigga, where you
MUTHAFUCKA, a rhyme when you need it?
First rule of war, never repeat it
You that same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the fuse
Tattoo?, nigga I'm goin at you
Stop basin', and you can be a model too
my moms, who's the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for years and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's that say
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you battle number two
number one, got his title locked down son
The King of all that ever graced the stage
or the mic, that ever did it I'm wicked
a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA (Damn L, we was only jokin)
Maneuver manipulate brainwaves
thought process, when my pen gets corressed
Warning, all MC's retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't walk down his own
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And tell Wyclef, even turn his fuckin mic on
Soulja nigga, thought I ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, dunk, game over nigga

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