Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

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

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

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

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

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

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As a special treat this
I asked America's foremost young poet
To his latest poem for us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Punchin' through your granite, a goodwill
From another planet, I kill an' smash ya up
An' it won't an' I can't stop, 'Predator'
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
Crowd of emcees, backin' up, when I'm up
On a frenzy, ya yellin', "That's enough"

An' it tempts me, that it does an' I'm it does
When I flip, see, style's stackin' up
Many big threes rappers are, never up
up, ride passenger, is it black enough?

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

I'm the Paragraph