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 y'all make it 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 mad bikers
Hip hop making a big stink if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper to the backpack writers
But the back tigers
Be a hyena laughs at lions
Let you body something I snatch that
And a left hook will send gold snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt like I sacked Ryan
I tried to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man there's a few of your moves I must
Not judge but ooh I must confess
Never thought I'd see hip hop dudes under a
But to me, I'm smooth, one of the best
than 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 like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars my squad holding
BET thank us for another hard moment

2: Crooked I]
Now my might try to call me after seeing the show
I answer my smartphone for people I know, dummy
a janitor, father like son
The cypher is full of I'm just sweeping the floor
Hold up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant with poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in full
Leaving you on condominium floor twisted with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy killer for more
More dividends, women and warn children and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is getting rid of rappers
Cause they more feminine than women that bore children and they feminine than George Zimmerman
out BET for all the airplay, my old job is bricks under the stairway
See I one of them rappers rapping about 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 cypher and murder every rapper
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 smacking you white entertainers too
gang, anybody can get it
I got bands for anybody who it
I'm the best theoretical quotient
In alphabetical order I every rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I dump his head in the
Pacific ocean, the ocean, I'm sipping potion
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You talking bread stunting, you red buttons
I'm pushing a red and all my weapons going Karrine Steffans
mean they head hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC

3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, of emergency
Bars for days, Gras, Bourbon Street
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 Halle Berry a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe can adopt it
You missed me your "Who the hottest?" list
Only demand I got is I ain't sharin' no
I your baby mama house on fire while she in it
And turn around and tell her now it's she hot
The is dropped, I was riding shotgun with Em before anyone could compared him to Pac
don't call us the return of the house for nothing
We taking estate back
stay strapped

Leave a rapper gorilla 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 that Gucci out of my
And that vest that Joey wore on show on that dinner
And shoot it it disintergrates
You I fell off, then you either out of your mind
Or inside of your mind out of your [blinds](undefined) countin' my truths
While I'm out at momma's house sippin' the fountain of youth
I'm

4: Joe Budden]
I ain't with the
Punch me, I'll show up where you at pitch black
Both of y'all can relax it kick back
run like that will give you the right of way
I'm quick on my I can moonwalk sideways
God flow, Jesus rapping
Housegang, Jesus
He's just yapping, all 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 group 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 a Future hook
If matter we will spare the matter
But none of is important cause what you wear is a factor
And it's me upset, riddle me for a sec
unimpressed with who y'all pick to be the best
So if I'm where to aim it'll be his head
Just to whoever's nice, now chivalry is dead
It's you or me, since you love hip hop
I'll have Wale say spoken at your eulogy
Joey, Team Shady, dudes
When you talkin' about the best rappers rhetorical