Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate

You ever seen someone who
With Mayweather, like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, a is what I'm battin'
Got a few with no jabs
Took 'em out ya books and notepads

I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the
Bite off this one, steal from enemy
Never try to play the one out ya camp
He might step off and take half the from ya amp

Enough to make ya Vogue on that of GQ
Only the sheer blouse, homey, you see through
Stop sippin' on Formula 50
They want I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy

too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these raps, step to fetch it
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles

One verse shatter your spine and crush your
No matter what, you still window for lyrics
If you was a pimp, put tricks on the
And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to

Who shot ya? You don't enough on your roster
You move like a fed, but you talk a mobster
That yayo you slingin', please it
Too cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it

I the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get
Your ghost writers, get 'em all to testify
Have you ever been by a thousand hornets?
Five Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it

Whipped with Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords
Choked by Ironmen 'til we your vocal chords
You nothin' but a pig in the blanket
Hog head, the food at the banquet

All this rap crap, trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack shit you
Sweet tooth stay out the candy shop
You ain't gotta 'em to see the panties drop

A few cats is lookin' for a rat with
Got somethin' to pitch, all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke, while doin' two-step
a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left

ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the
You and see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the

I walk on your gators and lizards, the lynx
That was killed for your minks, you be in blizzards
Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to
And get for us, spread your wings like peacocks

I was an MC you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts
Ten MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight Medina, with the mass of many suns
The supernova, give off ray bursts
And I'll finish this, 'cause I let off first, what's up