Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky
whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few but no jabs
'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got robbin' those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from enemy
Never try to play the one out your camp
He might step off and take half the juice your amp
to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you
Stop on that Formula 50
want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so it
Especially these rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for
If you's a pimp, put on a stroll
And if your 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 like a
That Yayo slangin, abort it
Too many on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit pesticides
You can get best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been by a thousand hornets?
hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
Whipped CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush vocal cords.
You ain't but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest at the banquet.
All this rap crap that's trapped in colon
Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya
Sweet-tooth stay out the Candyshop
You gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is lookin' for a rat cheese
Got to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke while doin' your
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu
rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see in your dream
And yo, I don't dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the
I on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you the D-Block
To get a transfer, spread your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your spilled
Ten years senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight out Medina with a mass of many
Super nova give off gamma-ray
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off