Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate

You ever someone who roll
With Mayweather, rhyme Ricky Hatton
Smash you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin'
Got a few with no jabs
'em out ya corndog books and notepads

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

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

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

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

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

I spray the Flea with pesticides, and you can get
Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to
Have you ever stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and on it

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

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

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

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

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

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