Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
I been here before and I mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all make it rain you make your little lighter
When I make it you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad wipers
I hear all the noise mad bikers
Hip hop making a big stink if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the backpack writers
But the pack's tigers
Be a hyena that at lions
Let you body something then I that
And a left hook will send your gold flyin'
Put you birds in the like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just
But as a man there's a few of your I must address
Not tryna judge but ooh I confess
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes 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 holding
BET thank us again for another hard

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father try to call me after seeing the show
I only answer my smartphone for people I know,
Probably a janitor, father 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 your condominium floor twisted torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy killer for more
More dividends, warn women and children and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate
Cause they more feminine than women that bore children and they more feminine George Zimmerman
out BET for all the airplay, my old job is bricks under the stairway
See I ain't one of them rappers rapping about trapping(?)
They really trapping, I'm put work in the streets, I'm merking the [beats](undefined) err'day
My conversation is on but I walk in every BET cypher and murder every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop control
Hashtag FOH, they crucify Crooked I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so look both ways before you cross me
Killing all is what I to do
Black smacking you white entertainers too
House gang, can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the best theoretical quotient
In order I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the
ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping potion
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You talking bread stunting, you talking red
I'm pushing a red 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
Bars for days, Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencing 9 so no noise flash out
out to Big Sean and Doughboyz Cashout
to [?]
From me I stayed in the pocket
Now all I'm trying to do is Halle Berry a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that Drake can adopt it
You me with your "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 tell her now it's she hot
The McLaren is dropped, I was riding shotgun Em before anyone could compared him to Pac
They call us the return of the house for nothing
We taking estate back
Killers stay

Leave a rapper with face, flat

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

4: Joe Budden]
I with the chit-chat
Punch me, show up where you live at pitch black
Both of y'all can relax when it kick
run like that will give 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 Miley Cyrus
Something supposed to be shaking, I never see it happen
That other that would try to get cute
Not a dime but she's and her Vines never loop
But she'd suck the group if she'd ride for the night
And turn into City High for a night
Forget where the Ruger put, your crew is
of my time, get you hit now from a Future hook
If lyrics we will spare the matter
But none of that is important cause you wear is a factor
And getting me upset, riddle 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
to kill whoever's nice, now chivalry is dead
It's either you or me, you love hip hop
I'll Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Team Shady, dudes
you talkin' about the best rappers it's rhetorical