Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme Ricky Hatton
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 hottest one out your
He might step off and half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you on the cover of GQ
Only the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop sippin' on that 50
They want heat, I'll give it to burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so it
Especially these overrated rap fetchers
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped with chisels.
One verse shatter your spine and your spirit
No matter what, you still Shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a
And if those your 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 slangin, please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads won't snort it
Spray the with pesticides
You can get your ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand
Five killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN we crush your vocal cords.
You ain't but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the deadliest at the banquet.
All this rap crap that's in your colon
means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes out the Candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the drop
A few cats is lookin' for a rat cheese
Got to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your broke while doin' your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your
And yo, I smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the
I walk on your and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' in
Wanna be (diesel)'til you walk the D-Block
To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts
Ten years your but I flow like I'm twenty-one
out Medina with a mass of many sons
Super nova give off gamma-ray
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off