Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate

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

I get it, you got robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, from your enemy
try to play the hottest one out ya camp
He might step off and take half the joules ya amp

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

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

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

Who shot ya? You don't have 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 won't it

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

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

All this rap crap, that's in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack you holdin'
Sweet tooth dudes 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 ankles broke, while doin' your two-step
a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left

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

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

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