Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
I here before and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
When make it rain you make your little stash lighter
When I make it you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise like mad
Hip hop a big stink like if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the backpack writers
But the back tigers
Be a hyena that at lions
Let you body something I snatch that
And a left hook will send your gold snapback
Put you in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I address
Not tryna judge but ooh I must
thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the
than you, two letters from "U" up on chest
But no red cape, just in red bottoms
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They see how the car
seven and the car dash crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my holding
BET thank us again for another moment

2: Crooked I]
Now my father might try to call me 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, ignorant rappers with poor penmanship
Unloading my in full increments
Leaving you on your condominium floor twisted torn ligaments
eminent, the boy killer for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn women and warn 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 rappers rapping about they 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 every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop control
Hashtag FOH, wanna crucify 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 you white entertainers too
House gang, can get it
I got for anybody who with it
I'm the best note theoretical
In alphabetical I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm West Coast I dump his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
Listening to you rap, you ain't saying
You talking stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm a red button and all my weapons going Karrine Steffans
That mean they head
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 in the pocket
Now all I'm trying to do is give Halle Berry a baby today, then I'm 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 your baby mama house on fire while she in it
And turn and tell 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 us the return of the house for nothing
We real estate back
stay strapped

Leave a with gorilla face, flat

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

[Verse 4: Joe
I ain't with the
me, I'll show up where you live at pitch black
Both of y'all can relax when it back
run like that will give you the right of way
I'm on my feet I can moonwalk sideways
God like flow, rapping
Housegang, rapping
He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping Miley Cyrus twerking
supposed to be shaking, I just never see it happen
That other chick that try to get cute
Not a dime but she's and her Vines never loop
But she'd the whole group if she'd ride for the night
And turn into City High for a night
where the Ruger put, your crew is shook
Ahead of my time, get you hit now from a Future
If lyrics matter we will 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
to kill whoever's nice, now chivalry is dead
It's you or me, since you love hip hop
I'll have Wale say spoken word at your
Joey, Team Shady, dudes
you talkin' about the best rappers it's rhetorical