Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher 2013

[Verse 1: Joell
I been before and I don't mean the last cypher
I'm a pen and pad
y'all make it rain you make your little stash lighter
When I make it rain you driving on tough terrain in a lemon bad wipers
I hear all the like mad bikers
Hip hop making a big like if Shaq had diapers
Bunch of half ass liars, with mad hyper to the backpack writers
But the pack's back
Be a that laughs at lions
Let you something then I snatch that
And a left hook will send your gold 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 I must address
Not tryna judge but ooh I confess
thought I'd see hip hop dudes under 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, just redbones in red
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They see how the car
Gold seven and the car dash like Lamar Odom
You hear the that my squad holding
BET thank us again for another hard

2: Crooked I]
Now my might try to call me after seeing the show
I answer my smartphone for people I know, dummy
Probably a janitor, father son
The cypher is full of crumbs I'm just sweeping the
up, Pac, Big, and them, Nas, Eminem, I'm your synonym
War sentiment, tore ignorant rappers poor penmanship
Unloading my clip in increments
Leaving you on your floor twisted with torn ligaments
Born eminent, the boy killer for more
More dividends, warn and warn children and
Tell 'em this Californian born citizen is rid of illegitimate rappers
Cause they more feminine than 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 rappers rapping 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 every BET cypher and every rapper spitting
Call it hip hop control
Hashtag FOH, wanna crucify Crooked I, why, cause I'm bossy
But I'm so street look both ways you cross me
all is what I came to do
Black smacking you white entertainers too
House gang, can get it
I got bands for anybody who it
I'm the note theoretical quotient
In alphabetical I slaughter every rapper
And since I'm strictly West I dump his head in the ocean
Pacific ocean, the specific ocean, I'm potion
Listening to you rap, you ain't saying
You talking stunting, you talking red buttons
I'm pushing a red button and all my going Karrine Steffans
That mean they hunting
you garbage, you probably learned to rap at ICDC college

[Verse 3: Da 5'9"]
Slaughterhouse, state of
for days, Mardi Gras, Bourbon Street
Silencing this 9 so no flash out
Shout out to Big Sean and Doughboyz
to [?]
From doing me I 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 missed me with your "Who the hottest?"
Only demand I got is I ain't no spots
I light baby mama house on fire while she in it
And around and tell her now it's 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 of the house for nothing
We taking estate back
Killers strapped

Leave a with gorilla face, flat

I away and came back like smack
My mental
You to fall trying to see the [winter](undefined) break
Wish I could all of that Gucci out of my closet
And that vest that Joey on show on that dinner date
And it 'til it disintergrates
You think I fell off, you either out of your mind
Or inside of your mind lookin' out of [blinds](undefined) countin' 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, I'll up where you live at pitch black
Both of y'all can when it kick back
Tryna run like will give you the right of way
I'm quick on my I can moonwalk sideways
God like flow, Jesus
Housegang, rapping
He's just yapping, all that beef and scrapping Miley Cyrus twerking
Something to be shaking, I just never see it happen
That other chick that try to get cute
Not a dime but she's shooting and her Vines loop
But she'd suck the 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 from a hook
If lyrics matter we will spare the
But none of that is important cause what you is a factor
And it's getting me upset, me for a sec
Literally unimpressed with who 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 have say spoken word at your eulogy
Joey, Shady, Slaughter dudes
When you talkin' about the best rappers it's