Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
I been here and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all make it rain you make your stash lighter
When I make it rain you driving on tough terrain in a with bad wipers
I hear all the like mad bikers
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 tigers
Be a hyena that laughs at
Let you something then I snatch that
And a hook will send your gold snapback flyin'
Put you in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I address
Not tryna judge but ooh I must
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a
But to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
Better you, two letters from "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 Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my squad
BET us again for another hard moment

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father might try to call me after seeing the
I only answer my smartphone for 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 rappers with penmanship
my clip in full increments
Leaving you on your condominium floor with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy for more Benjamins
More dividends, women and warn children and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of rappers
Cause they more feminine 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 really ain't trapping, I'm put 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
it hip hop population control
Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify Crooked I, why, I'm bossy
But I'm so look 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 for anybody who with it
I'm the best note theoretical
In alphabetical order I slaughter rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his in the ocean
ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping potion
Listening to you rap, you ain't saying
You talking stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons Karrine Steffans
That mean head hunting
Homie you garbage, you learned to rap at ICDC college

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, state of
Bars for days, Mardi Gras, Street
this 9 so no noise flash out
Shout out to Big and Doughboyz Cashout
to [?]
From doing me I in the pocket
Now all I'm trying to do is give Halle Berry a baby today, I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe Drake can it
You missed me your "Who the hottest?" list
Only demand I got is I ain't 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 compared him to Pac
They don't call us the return of the house for
We real estate back
stay strapped

Leave a with gorilla face, flat

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

[Verse 4: Joe
I ain't the chit-chat
Punch me, I'll show up where you live at 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 like flow, rapping
Housegang, Jesus
He's yapping, all that beef and scrapping like Miley Cyrus twerking
Something supposed to be shaking, I never see it happen
That other chick would try to get cute
Not a but she's shooting and her Vines never loop
But she'd suck the whole if she'd ride for the night
And turn Slaughterhouse into High for a night
Forget where the Ruger put, your crew is
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 getting me upset, riddle me for a sec
Literally unimpressed with who pick to be the best
So if I'm chosing to aim it'll be his head
Just to kill whoever's nice, now is dead
It's either you or me, since you hip hop
have Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Shady, Slaughter dudes
you talkin' about the best rappers it's rhetorical