Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
to Detroit
This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and
Dawg get em

[Verse 1:
Put these muthafuckas in a box and I em away
Put em in a gray and pop the trunk
And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a
Put a brick inside that Xerox I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give them a
An E for effort, that's WWA
with an attitude
Alphabet soup is on my
All I got is Z's they on me
I can't get em
I spoon em a sound
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, like it
I'll feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from this
But before you pick a pepper, you pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what like to pick a fight with me
Is putting Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at in my case Adidas
I'm out bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch your
If they how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see four-headed monster in the storm looms
'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on
If it was to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a back
Wayne couldn't me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer
Both parents broke, but she come from
Think my bread is her paper to
So I lock her out, and now she doubt is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a
Then dead her in the Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me
I it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing just
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My skin's thick so the critics
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it
The boy's with the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the black
Way I off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
be found in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status categore
Probably be that of awards between Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I give him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, writtens and compositions
So a contradiction somebody mention they got a Crooked
fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the lyric-kicker
Digging a ditch for spitters
Weak lyricists get
Sip liquor, like a sick mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, roast ya
My mind so deadly just like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my coastal region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is going even
Open season, heart to freezing
Ruthless as nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me
Dopest breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers need to keep it
Give me a beat to
Too many people still eating pills
People sleeping on my ether
And y'all ain't real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you do the Jada and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Joell
I a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this, I was crack
Killers become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty
Don't like Tyler Perry
the Slaughterhouse of pain
Flow brown, and heavy
When it to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the studio near a with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
This is an all day
They fiending for us to like Beyonce's water
The four quarters all the eating
And gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting
On the door of that Phantom, your suicide
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to you better
You me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to fools
We out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the through
Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say it's to
That's why I ride around in a Rolls Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as
You don't kill but your will like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras
out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
While I'm cyber-sexing with Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know your flow is
We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a
Yeah, this is what two million singles and an album that's gold
Look like without having to sell your

6: Eminem]
Ayo, lyrical miracle, individual, criminal
Subliminal, in your pool

You're to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see horns
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do
Can that chick fit a new dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
With a
Smothered in so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct and Velcro a fetus
Joell, yo Joe I need his
Empty box from his old shell Adidas
So I can put babies in the fetal position
They're elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel my Benz windshield
Is it dust we bout to up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
his stick shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick redneck will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Vick
Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a pup
I'd be a horrible magician cause fuck a trick up
Fix lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E you add an I-N-G
put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of microphone booth
It's more like a phone
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
outta the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle finger I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you
Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible
As if flashing across the
Posdnuos was caught with a
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of
And a bra, some boots, some and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So the rumors it ain't happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil