Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is 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 the hottest one out your camp
He might step off and take the juice from your amp
Enough to you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you
Stop sippin' on Formula 50
They want heat, I'll give it to them and crispy
Rhymes too short to box God, so stretch it
Especially overrated rap steppin fetchers
I you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork being chipped with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for
If a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
You move like a Fed, but you like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, please it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they snort it
the Flea-Unit with pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get all to testify
Have you been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, and really on it
with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush your cords.
You ain't nothin' but a pig in a
Hoghead, the deadliest at the banquet.
All this rap crap trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the sh-- ya holdin'
Sweet-tooth stay out the Candyshop
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the drop
A few cats is lookin' for a rat cheese
Got somethin' to They all swing a bat with ease
Get ankles broke while doin' your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu
Proactive rap, you know put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off and the Bandits
With the brush off the canvas
I walk on Gators and lizards,
the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you the D-Block
To get a transfer, I'll spread your like Peacocks
I was an emcee you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' your spilled
Ten years your but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight out Medina a mass of many sons
Super nova give off gamma-ray
And I'll finish this, 'cause I let off first