Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

Paragraph paralyzer, rhythmic
Mister Rap, the gift of gab about to twist your caps
the fist 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 raps, really, you don't get the math
Just to have grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap that

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

Pencil pad, my utensil, thine attention
Get hit so bad with Jiu Jitsu stabs, I you
An' if you rap, I'ma you back 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
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I want to thank you all for attending my inaugural

President
As a special treat evening
I have asked America's young poet
To his latest poem for us

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

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

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

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

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

I pledge 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 this beef given to me
I for all

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

Punchin' through your granite, a ambassador
From 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 feel the goat's horns ya?
Ham it up, every single that I stand in a
Crowd of emcees, backin' up, 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, style's stackin' up
big threes rappers are, never catchin' up
Passin' up, passenger, is it black enough?

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

I'm the President