Luyện nghe bài hát The Ripper Strikes Back

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

By the middle of March, the pregnancy starts
In ladies' placenta, that means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level crackhead ass ain't hurtin
Nigga you want the fame, now you're overnight
for getting fucked by a stick of dynamite
You're nigga, you bout to die up in your sleep
The overlord of rap will meet defeat
and agony, I don't touch them zones
Fucking everlasting lyrical methods is my
Blast ya fifty pound ass and you float
You read it shook nigga, I the book, nigga
Held down my crown for a decade and a
Now I'm bout to give grimy ass a blood bath
Talk bein broke, nigga I'm rich
Cause I learned, to the money 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 Jesse Jackson
For some Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my
Talk my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom nigga so stop
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad
Forty-nine and tryin to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin
Cause ninety-nine 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 still black and
me bout the things 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
rollin in a world that I'm controllin
Vanguard awards are for who get OFF!
platinum mountains, the praise of the Lord
Talkin bout my and second and third born
Now I got a fourth, Canibus, but he cut off
the riches of my empire, I'm like a pimp
Who thought he had a bitch to retire but a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense like Heather
But definitely not with the lyrics that drop
Found you in a can, hat black, cause you scared to bust
in Todd we trust

Now break it 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 that bitch ass track
you at? Smokin in some one room flat
Suckin on Clef's dick hopin to back
Never that, my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of course that's
To not ya limits and who you need to test
When you step into the house of the and get blessed
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that demo for the Rapper
You gargoyle, olive oil, pussycat
I up in aluminum foil, ready to boil
tear the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, nigga you to stop
You goin out --- ahh 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 rhymes ain't you're sweet as a diabetic
be over next year, yeah I said it
Look your shoulder nigga, where you headed
MUTHAFUCKA, where's a when you need it?
First rule of lyrical war, repeat it
You said that same at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah 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 solid gold Grammy's that say Todd
while you dropped verses at niggas'
Faggot, you better number two
Cause number one, got his title down son
The King of all that ever graced the stage
or the mic, best ever did it I'm wicked
Write a and flip it, melt it down to liquid
And drown shorty, fill his until I rip it
busts open, heart bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
Maneuver manipulate transform
your thought process, when my pen gets
Warning, all MC's better
Look at corny-buster, he walk down his own street
Better run and get the
I EAT, EAT, EAT, MC's
Devour titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga (one more time son)
Soulja nigga, thought I told ya
Crossover, slam dunk, game nigga

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