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 this is the total banger too
Word up, total baby
Hip-Hop style baby, remember

By the middle of March, when the pregnancy
In your ladies' placenta, means L just entered
Duck taped your bitch ass for frontin
You four level ass ain't hurtin nuttin
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 everlasting methods is my throne
Blast ya fifty ass and make you float
You it shook nigga, I wrote the book, nigga
Held down my for a decade and a half
Now I'm bout to give your grimy ass a bath
Talk about bein broke, nigga I'm
Cause I learned, to seperated the from the bitch
Don't hate me I'm paid, hate me because
I'm everything you to be : handsome, young, plus legendary
Talk about Farrakhan, nigga you got to call Jesse
For Affirmative Action

Chorus: 4X

! Yes you can!

Don't ever your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to
You know you watch the nigga so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and to be a mobster
Run around town with the Bob imposters
Ask Canibus, he understandin this
ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
I'm goin underground and blowin rep down
Next time, save that shit for the Lyricist's
Or a Party, where you can battle some clown
On top of all that, beat your homeless ass down
Heard that convicted on the record too
Fresh out of jail, ass still black and blue
me bout the things ear biter taught you
How to bust a nut or two? (Yeah butta boo)
You be decomposin, but you because my title's golden
Steady rollin in a that I'm controllin
awards 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 like a
Who thought he had a to retire but found a new Canipus to hire
You're hardcore, in a sense Heather Hunter
But definitely not with the that drop thunder
Found you in a trash can, hat black, cause you 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 with that bitch ass
Where you at? Smokin in some one flat
Suckin on Clef's dick to come back
that, nigga my styles is unlimited
Yours is prohibited, of that's contributed
To not knowin ya limits and who you to test
When you step into the house of the Lord and get
Get on knees, bow down to my degrees
Young slacker, save that for Jack the Rapper
You gargoyle, slash olive oil,
I wrapped up in aluminum foil, ready to
I'ma the skin off ya ass with ten knuckles
Rhymes was weak, made me chuckle like a name buckle
You call em lyrics, you need to stop
You goin out --- ahh fuck it, you pop
I you a poisonous verse so don't try it
No rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet
Call the paramedic and tell that he pathetic
His rhymes ain't energetic sweet as a diabetic
Career be 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, never it
You said same bullshit at House of Blues
Lit the pipe, dropped the match, and sparked the wrong
Tattoo?, yeah I'm goin at you
basin', and you can be a role model too
Diss my moms, the real Rap Don ?
Who ruled for fifteen and drops bombs ?
Who's copped solid gold Grammy's that say
while you dropped at niggas' proms
Faggot, you better number two
Cause one, got his title locked down son
The King of all rappers that graced the stage
or the mic, that ever did it I'm wicked
Write a verse and flip it, melt it to liquid
And shorty, fill his lungs until I rip it
Chest busts open, bursts and smokin
YOU SEE THAT NIGGA SON? (Damn L, we was jokin)
manipulate brainwaves transform
your thought process, when my pen corressed
Warning, all better retreat
Look at corny-buster, he can't down his own street
run and get the Fugees
Cause I EAT, EAT, EAT,
Devour they titles, cause I'm an idol icon
And tell Wyclef, don't turn his fuckin mic on
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, over nigga (one more time son)
nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game over

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