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 on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise like mad
Hip hop making a big stink like if had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the backpack
But the pack's back
Be a that laughs at lions
Let you body then I snatch that
And a left hook will send gold snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, just finesse
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 under a dress
But to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better than you, two letters from "U" up on
But no red cape, redbones in red bottoms
[WHOLE
They see how the car
Gold seven and the car dash crack like Odom
You hear the bars that my squad
BET thank us again for another hard

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father might try to call me seeing the show
I only answer my for people I know, dummy
a janitor, father like son
The is full of crumbs I'm just sweeping the floor
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant 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, women and warn children and
Tell 'em Californian born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause they more feminine than women that 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 about they trapping(?)
really 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 and murder every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop control
Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify Crooked I, why, cause I'm
But I'm so street both ways before you cross me
all is what I came to do
Black entertainment you white entertainers too
gang, anybody can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the best note quotient
In alphabetical I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly Coast I dump his head in the ocean
ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping potion
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You bread stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my going Karrine Steffans
That mean head hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at college

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, state of
Bars for days, Mardi Gras, Street
Silencing 9 so no noise flash out
Shout out to Big Sean and Doughboyz
to [?]
From doing me I stayed in the
Now all I'm trying to do is give Halle Berry a today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe can adopt it
You me with your "Who the hottest?" list
demand I got is I ain't sharin' no spots
I light your baby house on fire while she in it
And turn around and her now it's apparent she hot
The McLaren is dropped, I was riding shotgun with Em before anyone could him to Pac
They don't call us the return of the house for
We real estate back
Killers stay

Leave a rapper with face, flat

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

4: Joe Budden]
I ain't the chit-chat
Punch me, show up where you live at pitch black
Both of can relax when it kick back
run like that will give you the right of way
I'm quick on my feet I can sideways
God like flow, Jesus
Housegang, rapping
He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping like Cyrus twerking
Something to be shaking, I just never see it happen
That chick that would try to get cute
Not a dime but shooting and her Vines never loop
But she'd suck the whole group if ride for the night
And turn Slaughterhouse into City High for a
Forget where the Ruger put, your 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 cause what you wear is a factor
And it's getting me upset, me for a sec
Literally unimpressed who y'all pick to be the best
So if I'm chosing to aim it'll be his head
Just to whoever's 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, Team Shady, Slaughter
When you talkin' about the rappers it's rhetorical