Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

Paragraph paralyzer, rhythmic
Mister Rap, it's the gift of gab about to twist your
Swift the so fast, fury worry, hit the switch ya ass
It's an' bits an' fragments, so midget, quit this ya ass

Sit ya ass down, while I rip the tracks an' spit the
Hit the grass, green, brown or purple, I'm the
Rip your raps, really, you get the math
Just to have grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap that

Fire breathin', heathen, kidnap your mental black
Hijack your fly dap or con head your
Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, mind
Blind from their eyes back, send ya cryin' act up

Pencil pad, my utensil, thine attention
Get hit so bad Jiu Jitsu stabs, I abid you
An' if you rap, I'ma send you rappin' in a tavern
If you mad, kid, it's too bad

Tell 'em it's the Paragraph
An' official, you can hear the cheer coming up
President
I to thank you all for attending my inaugural ball

President
As a special this evening
I have asked foremost young poet
To read his latest for us

Hit you the funk, it's like, "Who cut the provolone?"
Government officials put taps on my mobile
Nations overthrown, my own on my zone
Prone to leave your dome blown, after poem, homes

Jones for the tones, roam with me, turn your on
Overall this war just just got it on
Overgrown child, never growin' old, so when knows pokin'
'Til the nose ho' overdose

On my flows those goes deep
Hold nose, bros knows foes, yo, don't sleep, slow your role
Show my soul, total hold, domination, don't ya
comet like Muhammad with the verbal robodome

It's the President
He's sweeping the nation with a hard hitting campaign
Paragraph
As a politician, he regards himself as a harmonizer

President
And so President we urge you to do something
About the deplorable state of our

I allegiance to the pen an' the pad
An' the mic an' of America
An' to the Republic, my ass
An' thugs fakin', actin' hard to get killer beef given to me
I for all

your city burnin' like Gomorrah
Stamina, up your space, plus I got it on camera
An' I'm a animal animator, a
Blow, clocks, nothin' left for the janitor

Punchin' through your granite, a ambassador
another planet, I could kill an' smash ya up
An' it won't stop an' I can't stop,
Can an' it does, had enough, amateur?

A rammin', ya the goat's horns slammin' ya?
Ham it up, every single that I stand in a
of emcees, backin' up, when I'm actin' up
On a frenzy, ya yellin', "That's enough"

An' it me, that it does an' I'm glad it does
When I flip, see, spatula style's up
Many big threes rappers are, never up
Passin' up, ride passenger, is it black

Spectacular, now you who's attackin' ya
Crackin' up, mashin' ya top capturer

I'm the Paragraph