Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
I been before and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all make it rain you make your little stash
When I make it rain you driving on tough 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 ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the backpack writers
But the pack's back
Be a hyena that laughs at
Let you body something then I snatch
And a left hook will send your gold flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just
But as a man a few of your moves I must address
Not judge but ooh I must confess
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a
But to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better than you, two from "U" up on chest
But no red cape, just redbones in red
[WHOLE
They see how the car
Gold seven and the car dash crack like Odom
You hear the bars my squad holding
BET thank us for another hard moment

[Verse 2: I]
Now my might try to call me after seeing the show
I only answer my smartphone for people I know,
Probably a janitor, like son
The cypher is full of I'm just sweeping the floor
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore rappers with poor penmanship
Unloading my in full increments
Leaving you on condominium floor twisted with torn ligaments
eminent, the boy killer for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn and warn children and
Tell 'em this born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause they more feminine than women 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 ain't one of them rappers rapping about trapping(?)
They really ain't trapping, I'm put work in the streets, I'm the [beats](undefined) err'day
My conversation is on but I wanna walk in every BET cypher and murder rapper spitting
it hip hop population control
Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify 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 white too
gang, anybody can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In alphabetical order I slaughter rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
to you rap, you ain't saying nothing
You talking bread stunting, you red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my going Karrine Steffans
That mean head hunting
you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC college

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

a rapper with gorilla face, flat

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

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