Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
I been here before and I don't mean the last
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all make it rain you your little stash lighter
When I make it rain you on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise mad bikers
Hip hop making a big like if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper to the backpack writers
But the pack's tigers
Be a hyena laughs at lions
Let you body something then I that
And a left hook will send your snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt I sacked Matt Ryan
I tried to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I must
Not tryna judge but ooh I must
Never thought I'd see hip hop under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the
Better than you, two letters "U" up on chest
But no red cape, redbones in red bottoms
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They see how the car
Gold seven and the car dash crack like Odom
You hear the that my squad holding
BET thank us again for another hard

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father might try to call me after the show
I only answer my smartphone for I know, dummy
Probably a janitor, like son
The cypher is full of crumbs I'm just the floor
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers poor penmanship
my clip in full increments
Leaving you on your floor twisted with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn and warn children and
Tell 'em this born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
they more feminine than women that bore children and they more feminine than George Zimmerman
Shout out BET for all the airplay, my old job is bricks under the
See I one of them rappers rapping about they trapping(?)
They really ain't trapping, I'm put in the streets, I'm merking the [beats](undefined) err'day
My is on but I wanna walk in every BET cypher and murder every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop population
FOH, they wanna crucify Crooked I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so street look both ways you cross me
all is what I came to do
Black entertainment smacking you entertainers too
House gang, can get it
I got for anybody who with it
I'm the best note quotient
In alphabetical I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You bread stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons going Steffans
That mean they hunting
Homie you garbage, you learned to rap at ICDC college

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, of emergency
for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencing this 9 so no flash out
Shout out to Big and Doughboyz Cashout
to [?]
From me I stayed in the pocket
Now all I'm trying to do is Halle Berry a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe can adopt it
You missed me with your "Who the hottest?"
Only demand I got is I ain't no spots
I light your mama house on fire while she in it
And turn around and tell her now it's she hot
The McLaren is dropped, I was riding shotgun with Em anyone could compared him to Pac
They don't call us the of the house for nothing
We real estate back
stay strapped

Leave a rapper gorilla face, flat

I went away and came back like
My state
You to fall trying to see the [winter](undefined) break
Wish I take all of that Gucci out of my closet
And that vest that Joey wore on show on that dinner
And shoot it 'til it
You think I fell off, then you either out of mind
Or inside of your mind lookin' out of your [blinds](undefined) my truths
I'm out at your momma's house sippin' the fountain of youth
I'm

[Verse 4: Joe
I with the chit-chat
Punch me, I'll show up you live at pitch black
of y'all can relax when it kick back
Tryna run that will give you the right of way
I'm quick on my feet I can moonwalk
God flow, Jesus rapping
Housegang, rapping
He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping like Cyrus twerking
supposed to be shaking, I just never see it happen
That other chick that would try to get
Not a dime but she's shooting and her Vines loop
But she'd the whole group if she'd ride for the night
And turn Slaughterhouse into High for a night
Forget the Ruger put, your crew is shook
Ahead of my time, get you hit now a Future hook
If lyrics we will spare the matter
But none of that is important what you wear is a factor
And it's me upset, riddle me for a sec
Literally unimpressed with who y'all to be the best
So if I'm chosing where to aim it'll be his
to kill whoever's nice, now chivalry is dead
It's either you or me, you love hip hop
have Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Shady, Slaughter dudes
When you talkin' about the best rappers it's