Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
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 like mad
Hip hop making a big stink like if Shaq had
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper to the backpack writers
But the pack's back
Be a that laughs at lions
Let you body something then I that
And a hook will send your gold snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt I sacked Matt Ryan
I never to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your I must address
Not tryna judge but ooh I confess
thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a dress
But to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
than you, two letters from "U" up on chest
But no red cape, redbones in red bottoms
[WHOLE
see how the car rolling
Gold seven and the car dash like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars my squad holding
BET thank us for another hard moment

2: Crooked I]
Now my might try to call me after seeing the show
I only my smartphone for people I know, dummy
a janitor, father like son
The cypher is full of crumbs I'm just sweeping the
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in increments
you on your condominium floor twisted with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn women and warn and
'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause they 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 the stairway
See I ain't one of them rappers rapping they trapping(?)
They ain't trapping, I'm put work in the streets, I'm merking the [beats](undefined) err'day
My conversation is on but I wanna walk in every BET cypher and every rapper spitting
it hip hop population control
Hashtag FOH, they crucify Crooked I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so look both ways before you cross me
all is what I came to do
Black entertainment smacking you entertainers too
gang, anybody can get it
I got for anybody who with it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In alphabetical order I slaughter rapper
And I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the ocean, I'm sipping potion
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You talking stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons Karrine Steffans
That they head hunting
you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC college

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

Leave a rapper with face, flat

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

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