Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky
Smash you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no
'em out your corndog books and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the
Bite off one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out camp
He might step off and take half the juice from amp
to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ
Only missin' the blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop on that Formula 50
want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too to box with God, so stretch it
Especially overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being with sharp chisels.
One shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still Window Shop for
If a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't enough on your roster
You move like a Fed, but you like a mobster
That slangin, please abort it
Too many on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
Spray the Flea-Unit pesticides
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to
Have you ever been stung by a thousand
Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with SWORDS
Choked by 'til 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
Only means, get rid of the wack ya holdin'
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties
A few cats is lookin' for a rat with
Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat with
Get ankles broke while doin' your two-step
Leave a Thank-You for the crutches the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the
You hallucinate, see Kanye in dream
And yo, I smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush off the canvas
I on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be in Blizzards
be cock (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' guts spilled
Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm
Straight out Medina with a mass of many
Super nova off gamma-ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off