Luyện nghe bài hát Paragraph President

Paragraph paralyzer, aristocrat
Rap, it's the gift of gab about to twist your caps
Swift the fist so fast, fury worry, hit the 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, brown or purple, I'm the
Rip your raps, really, you don't get the
Just to have grief, only rhymer, I was meant to rap that

breathin', rhyme heathen, kidnap your mental black
Hijack your fly dap or con your intellect
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 back in a tavern
If you mad, kid, it's too bad

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

Paragraph
As a special treat this
I have America's foremost 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
Nations overthrown, hold my own on my
Prone to leave your dome blown, poem poem, homes

Jones for the tones, with me, turn your motor on
this war just just got it goin' 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
my soul, total hold, domination, don't ya know?
Under comet like Muhammad with the verbal

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

Paragraph
And so Mister President we urge you to do
the deplorable 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' hard to get this beef given to me
I for all

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

Punchin' your granite, a goodwill ambassador
From another planet, I 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, single time 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 glad it
When I flip, see, spatula style's up
Many big threes rappers are, never up
up, ride passenger, is it black enough?

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

I'm the Paragraph