Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky
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 Rich those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your
Never try to play the hottest one out your
He might step off and take half the juice from amp
to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
sippin' on that Formula 50
They heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these overrated rap fetchers
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal
Woodwork being chipped with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter your spine and your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for
If you's a pimp, put on a stroll
And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to
Who Shot Ya? You don't enough on your roster
You move a Fed, but you talk like a mobster
That Yayo slangin, abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit with
You can get best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID
Choked by 'til we crush your vocal cords.
You nothin' but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the food at the banquet.
All this rap that's trapped in your colon
means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes out the Candyshop
You ain't gotta 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is for a rat with cheese
Got somethin' to pitch? They all a bat with ease
Get your ankles while doin' your two-step
a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the
You hallucinate, see in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off and the Bandits
the brush stroke off the canvas
I on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the 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 wings Peacocks
I was an while you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was gettin' guts spilled
Ten your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight out Medina with a mass of sons
Super nova off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll this, only 'cause I let off first