Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

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

Sit ya ass down, while I rip the tracks an' the facts
Hit the grass, green, or purple, I'm the diplomat
Rip raps, really, you don't get the math
Just to grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap into that

Fire breathin', heathen, kidnap your mental black
your fly dap or con head your intellect
Mind state, arrow blast, center crack, gaps
Blind from their back, send ya back 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 you back rappin' in a tavern
If you mad, kid, it's too bad

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

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

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

Jones for the tones, roam with me, your motor on
Overall war just just got it goin' on
Overgrown child, never growin' old, so when pokin' notes
the never nose ho' overdose

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

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

President
And so Mister President we urge you to do
About the state of our nation

I pledge to the pen an' the pad
An' the mic an' [Incomprehensible] of
An' to the Republic, my ass
An' thugs fakin', actin' to get this killer beef given to me
I for all

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

Punchin' through granite, a goodwill 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 feel the goat's slammin' ya?
Ham it up, every single that I stand in a
Crowd of emcees, up, when I'm actin' up
On a frenzy, ya yellin', "That's enough"

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

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

I'm the President