Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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And so Mister we urge you to do something
About the deplorable 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', actin' hard to get this 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 animator, landin' a
Blow, cleanin' clocks, nothin' left for the

Punchin' your granite, a goodwill 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
of emcees, backin' up, when I'm actin' 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, spatula style's up
Many big rappers are, never catchin' up
Passin' up, ride passenger, is it black

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

I'm the Paragraph