Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
I been here before and I don't mean the last
I'm a pen and pad
When y'all it rain you make your little stash lighter
When I make it rain you driving on 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 half ass liars, mad hyper reactions to the backpack writers
But the pack's tigers
Be a hyena that at lions
Let you body then I snatch that
And a left hook will your gold snapback flyin'
Put you in the dirt like I sacked Matt Ryan
I never tried to be cool, it's just
But as a man a few of your moves I must 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
Better than you, two letters "U" up on chest
But no red cape, redbones in red bottoms
[WHOLE
They see how the car
Gold seven and the car dash like Lamar Odom
You the bars that my squad holding
BET us again for another hard moment

2: Crooked I]
Now my might try to call me after seeing the show
I only my smartphone for people I know, dummy
Probably a janitor, 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, ignorant rappers with poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in increments
Leaving you on condominium floor twisted 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 they more 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 about they trapping(?)
They ain't trapping, I'm put work in the streets, I'm merking the [beats](undefined) err'day
My conversation is on but I wanna walk in BET cypher and murder every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop population
Hashtag FOH, they wanna crucify I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so street look ways before you cross me
Killing all is I came to do
Black entertainment you white entertainers too
gang, anybody can get it
I got bands for who with it
I'm the best note quotient
In alphabetical order I every rapper
And since I'm strictly West I dump his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm sipping
Listening to you rap, you ain't nothing
You talking bread stunting, you red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my weapons going Steffans
That mean head hunting
Homie you garbage, you probably learned to rap at college

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, of emergency
for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencing this 9 so no noise 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 Halle Berry a baby today, I'm outtie tomorrow
After that Drake can adopt it
You me with your "Who the hottest?" list
demand I got is I ain't sharin' no spots
I light your 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 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 stay

a rapper with gorilla face, flat

I went away and came like smack
My state
You to fall trying 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 dinner date
And shoot it 'til it
You think I fell off, you either out of your mind
Or inside of your mind lookin' out of your [blinds](undefined) my truths
While I'm out at your momma's house sippin' the of youth
I'm

[Verse 4: Joe
I ain't the chit-chat
Punch me, show up where you live at pitch black
of y'all can relax when it kick back
Tryna run like that give you the right of way
I'm quick on my feet I can 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 just 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 the whole group if she'd ride for the night
And turn Slaughterhouse City High for a night
Forget where the Ruger put, your crew is
Ahead of my time, get you hit now from a Future
If matter we will spare the matter
But none of that is important what you wear is a factor
And it's getting me upset, 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 Wale say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Shady, Slaughter dudes
When you about the best rappers it's rhetorical