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 what I'm
Got a few hooks but no
Took 'em out your corndog and notepads
I get it, you Got robbin' those in the industry
off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out camp
He might off and take half the juice from your amp
Enough to make you on the cover of GQ
Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you
Stop on that Formula 50
They want heat, give it to them burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so it
Especially these overrated rap steppin
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 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 have 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 they won't it
Spray the with pesticides
You can get best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
Have you ever stung by a thousand hornets?
hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut LIQUID SWORDS
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush vocal cords.
You ain't nothin' but a pig in a
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 stay out the Candyshop
You gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is for a rat with cheese
Got to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke while your two-step
Leave a Thank-You note for the the Wu left
Proactive rap, you know put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, see in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your and lizards,
Raise the lynx that was for your minx, you be rockin' in Blizzards
Wanna be cock (diesel)'til you walk the
To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings Peacocks
I was an while you was in Nutville
On a tour, you was gettin' your guts spilled
Ten years your senior but I flow I'm twenty-one
Straight out with a mass of many sons
Super nova give off bursts
And I'll finish this, 'cause I let off first