Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
I been here before and I don't the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
When make it rain you make your little stash lighter
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 half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the writers
But the back tigers
Be a hyena laughs at lions
Let you body then I snatch that
And a left hook will your gold snapback flyin'
Put you in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just
But as a man there's a few of moves I must address
Not tryna judge but ooh I must
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the
Better than you, two letters from "U" up on
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 again for another moment

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father might try to call me after the show
I only answer my smartphone for people I know,
a janitor, father like son
The cypher is full of crumbs I'm sweeping the floor
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers with penmanship
my clip in full increments
Leaving you on condominium floor twisted with torn ligaments
eminent, the boy killer for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn women and warn and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of rappers
Cause they more feminine than that bore children and they more feminine than George Zimmerman
out BET for all the airplay, my old job is bricks under the stairway
See I ain't one of them rapping 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 BET cypher and murder every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop control
Hashtag FOH, they wanna Crooked I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so street look both before you cross me
Killing all is I came to do
Black entertainment smacking you white too
House gang, can get it
I got for anybody who with it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In order I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West I dump his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm potion
Listening to you rap, you ain't saying
You talking bread stunting, you talking red
I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons Karrine Steffans
That mean they hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably to rap at ICDC college

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, of emergency
Bars for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon
this 9 so no noise 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 give Halle a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After maybe Drake can adopt it
You missed me with "Who the hottest?" list
Only I got is I ain't sharin' no spots
I light your baby mama house on fire 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 us the return of the house for nothing
We taking real back
Killers stay

Leave a rapper with gorilla face,

I went away and back like smack
My state
You 'bout to fall trying to see the [winter](undefined)
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 fell off, then you either out of your
Or inside of your mind lookin' out of your [blinds](undefined) my truths
While I'm out at your momma's house the fountain of youth
I'm

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