Luyện nghe bài hát Paper Plate (50 Cent Diss)

You see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
Smash whatever you throw, is what I'm battin'
Got a few hooks but no
Took 'em out your corndog and notepads
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the
off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out your
He might step off and take half the juice your amp
Enough to make you Vogue on the of GQ
missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through
Stop sippin' on that 50
They want heat, I'll it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too to box with God, so stretch it
these overrated rap steppin fetchers
I told you if I rain, be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork being chipped with sharp chisels.
One verse shatter your spine and crush your
No matter what, you Window Shop for lyrics
If you's a pimp, put on a stroll
And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger to hold
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your
You move like a Fed, but you talk like a
That Yayo slangin, abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they snort it
Spray the with pesticides
You can get your ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a hornets?
Five hundred killa bees, and really on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut LIQUID SWORDS
by IRONMAN 'til we crush your vocal cords.
You ain't but a pig in a blanket
Hoghead, the food at the banquet.
All this rap crap that's trapped in colon
Only means, get rid of the wack 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
Leave a Thank-You note for the the Wu left
Proactive rap, you they 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 off the canvas
I on your Gators and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' in
Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you walk the
To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like
I was an emcee you was in Nutville
On a tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled
Ten years your senior but I flow 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