Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate

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

I get it, you got rich robbin' in the industry
Bite off this one, from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out ya
He might step off and take the joules from ya amp

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

Rhymes too short to box with God, so it
Especially these over-rated raps, to fetch it
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips chipped from sharp chizzles

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

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

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

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

All this rap crap, that's trapped in colon
Only means, get rid of the shit you holdin'
tooth dudes stay out the candy shop
You ain't handcuff 'em to see the panties drop

A few cats is for a rat with cheese
Got somethin' to pitch, they all a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke, while doin' your
Leave a thank you note, for the the Wu left

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

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

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