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 stash
When I make it rain you driving on tough terrain in a lemon with bad
I all the noise like mad bikers
Hip hop making a big stink if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper reactions to the writers
But the back tigers
Be a hyena that laughs at
Let you body something then I snatch
And a left hook will send your snapback flyin'
Put you birds in the dirt I sacked Matt Ryan
I never to be cool, it's just finesse
But as a man a few of your moves I must address
Not judge but ooh I must confess
Never I'd see hip hop dudes under a dress
But back to me, I'm smooth, one of the
Better than you, two letters "U" up on chest
But no red cape, just in red bottoms
[WHOLE
see how the car rolling
Gold seven and the car crack like Lamar Odom
You hear the bars that my holding
BET us again for another hard moment

[Verse 2: I]
Now my father might try to call me seeing the show
I only my smartphone for people I know, dummy
a janitor, father like son
The is full of crumbs I'm just sweeping the floor
Hold up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers with poor
Unloading my clip in full
Leaving you on your condominium floor with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy killer for Benjamins
More dividends, warn and warn children and
Tell 'em Californian born citizen is getting rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause more feminine than 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(?)
really ain't 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 wanna crucify Crooked I, why, I'm bossy
But I'm so street look both before you cross me
all is what I came to do
Black entertainment smacking you entertainers too
gang, anybody can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In order I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West Coast I his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
Listening to you rap, you saying nothing
You talking stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm a red button and all my weapons going Karrine Steffans
That they head hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at college

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, state of
Bars for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon
this 9 so no noise flash out
Shout out to Big Sean and Doughboyz
to [?]
From doing me I in the pocket
Now all I'm to do is give Halle Berry a baby today, then I'm outtie tomorrow
After that maybe Drake can it
You missed me with your "Who the hottest?"
demand I got is I ain't sharin' no spots
I light your baby 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 with Em before anyone could compared him to Pac
They don't call us the of the house for nothing
We real estate back
Killers strapped

Leave a rapper gorilla face, flat

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

4: Joe Budden]
I ain't with the
Punch me, show up where you live at pitch black
of y'all can relax when it kick back
Tryna run like that will you the right of way
I'm on my feet I can moonwalk sideways
God like flow, Jesus
Housegang, Jesus
He's just yapping, all beef and scrapping like Miley Cyrus twerking
supposed to be shaking, I just never see it happen
That other chick would try to get cute
Not a dime but she's and her Vines never loop
But she'd suck the whole group if she'd for the night
And turn into City High for a night
Forget where the Ruger put, your is shook
of my time, get you hit now from a Future hook
If lyrics matter we will the matter
But none of that is important cause what you is a factor
And it's me upset, riddle me for a sec
Literally with who y'all pick to be the best
So if I'm chosing where to aim be his head
Just to kill whoever's nice, now chivalry is
either you or me, since you love hip hop
I'll have Wale say spoken word at your
Joey, Team Shady, dudes
When you talkin' about the best rappers rhetorical