Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Ortiz]
I been here before and I don't mean the last
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all make it rain you make your little lighter
When I make it rain you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad
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 to the backpack writers
But the pack's tigers
Be a hyena laughs at lions
Let you body something I snatch that
And a hook will send your gold snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I sacked Ryan
I never tried to be cool, just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I must
Not tryna judge but ooh I confess
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the
Better than you, two from "U" up on chest
But no red cape, just redbones in red
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They see how the car
Gold and the car dash crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars my squad holding
BET thank us for another hard moment

2: Crooked I]
Now my father might try to me after seeing the show
I only my smartphone for people I know, dummy
a janitor, father like son
The cypher is of crumbs I'm just sweeping the floor
Hold up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm synonym
War sentiment, tore rappers with poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in full
Leaving you on your condominium floor twisted with ligaments
eminent, the boy killer for more Benjamins
More dividends, warn and warn children and
'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause they more feminine than women that bore children and they more feminine than Zimmerman
out BET for all the airplay, my old job is bricks under the stairway
See I ain't one of them rappers rapping 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 murder rapper spitting
it hip hop population 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
entertainment smacking you white entertainers too
House gang, can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In alphabetical order I slaughter every
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
to you rap, you ain't saying nothing
You talking bread stunting, you talking red
I'm pushing a red and all my weapons going Karrine Steffans
That they head hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, state of
for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencing 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 Berry a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that Drake can adopt it
You missed me with "Who the hottest?" list
Only demand I got is I ain't sharin' no
I light your baby mama on fire while she in it
And turn around and tell her now apparent she hot
The is dropped, I was riding shotgun with Em before anyone could compared him to Pac
They don't call us the return of the house for
We taking estate back
Killers strapped

a rapper with gorilla face, flat

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

[Verse 4: Joe
I ain't the chit-chat
Punch me, I'll show up you live at pitch black
of y'all can relax when it kick back
Tryna run like that will give you the of way
I'm quick on my feet I can sideways
God like flow, rapping
Housegang, Jesus
He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping Miley Cyrus twerking
Something supposed to be shaking, I just see it happen
That chick that would 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 Slaughterhouse City High for a night
Forget the Ruger put, your crew is shook
Ahead of my time, get you hit now a Future hook
If lyrics we will spare the matter
But of that is important cause what you wear is a factor
And it's getting me upset, me for a sec
unimpressed with who y'all pick to be the best
So if I'm chosing to aim it'll be his head
Just to kill nice, now chivalry is dead
either you or me, since you love hip hop
I'll Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Team Shady, dudes
When you about the best rappers it's rhetorical