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 what I'm
Got a few hooks but no
Took 'em out corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your
He might off and take half the juice from your amp
to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
sippin' on that Formula 50
They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and
too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped with chisels.
One verse shatter your spine and crush spirit
No matter what, you Window 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 enough on roster
You like a Fed, but you talk like a mobster
That slangin, please abort 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
you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and on it
with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we your vocal cords.
You ain't but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the food at the banquet.
All this rap crap trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack 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 your ankles while doin' your two-step
Leave a Thank-You for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see Kanye in dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the
I on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you walk the
To get a transfer, I'll your wings like Peacocks
I was an emcee while you was in
On a world tour, you was your guts spilled
Ten years senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
out Medina with a mass of many sons
Super nova off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, 'cause I let off first