Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate

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

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

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

too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these over-rated raps, to fetch it
I you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp

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

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

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

Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid
Choked by Ironmen 'til we your vocal chords
You ain't nothin' but a pig in the
Hog head, the deadliest at the banquet

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

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

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

I walk on your gators and lizards, the lynx
That was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in
Wanna be cop, you walk to D-Block
And get entranced for us, spread your like peacocks

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