Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Hatton
whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no
Took 'em out corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from enemy
try to play the hottest one out your camp
He might step off and take the juice from your amp
Enough to make you Vogue on the of GQ
missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop sippin' on Formula 50
They want heat, I'll give it to them and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so it
these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips chipped with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Shop for lyrics
If a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if your 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 Yayo slangin, abort it
Too cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with
You can get your ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you been stung by a thousand hornets?
hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN we crush your vocal cords.
You ain't nothin' but a pig in a
Hoghead, the deadliest at the banquet.
All this rap crap trapped in your colon
means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the drop
A few cats is for a rat with cheese
Got somethin' to pitch? all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke while doin' two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the the Wu left
rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I off Smokey and the Bandits
the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
be cock (diesel)'til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer, I'll your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee you was in Nutville
On a tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled
Ten years senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight out Medina with a mass of sons
Super nova give off bursts
And finish this, only 'cause I let off first