Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away
Put em in a 'llac and pop the trunk
And em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I in the cage
I up the A, I take em to school
I them a grade
An easy E for effort, WWA
White an attitude
soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I can't get em
I feed em a sound
In a room of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the
And I watch the couch of the VIP like a potato
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
just feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from this
But before you pick a pepper, you better up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what it's to pick a fight with me
Is like putting on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at least in my Adidas
I'm out this bitch, Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check tone and watch your mouth
If teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me then me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't blame for being trash, fans are copping it
The the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm it
You see that four-headed monster in the storm
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a long
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong
figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the game be
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't me how to love that
But I got this chick uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she from money
Think my bread is her to burn
So I her out, and now she doubt David is Stern
She's so bad, I her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna me llamas
I made it right their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The Rodman with the trash talk
or Walt with the black ball
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores
Probably be that of between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's alive and
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the is ticking
I caught him slipping, I give him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a
Highly fiction we probably different, got henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti
I'm on a mission to get richer, the lyric-kicker
a ditch for different spitters
Weak get disfigured
Sip liquor, like a sick mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, roast ya
My mind so deadly it's just 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 Westcoaster 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 sleeping pills
People on my ether skills
And y'all ain't even real, you 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
this, I was moving crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I and dap
And if I blink, they'll your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty
Don't play like Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, and heavy
it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's getting my Yaowa on
Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team
is an all day slaughter
They fiending for us to like Beyonce's water
The four quarters doing all the
And y'all gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Rican
Ortiz 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 sticker
On the door of that Phantom, your note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to know you
You tell me you love my music again, we go
Bye Rihanna... now back to fools
We rock out the outside of a guitar school
Thousand frames I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say it's to
That's why I ride around in a like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as
You don't kill but your father will Jayden Smith
I tell you like I tell my Spanish
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
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 bling
You know your flow is
We cornered the market like a in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an that's gold
Look like without to sell your soul

[Verse 6:
Ayo, lyrical miracle, individual, criminal
Subliminal, in your pool

You're about to see peace destroyed, 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, Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat these
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned
..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn
Can chick fit a new born 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 tell Joe I his
Empty box his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the position
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit
Did you put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield
Is it dust we bout to up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his pickup
And drink a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
the script up like Mike Vick
Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician cause fuck a trick up
Fix your up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you were gonna do
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you add an
Don't put a K in front of that though, I MC
Cause I'm not the king of microphone booth
It's more like a phone
in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the Fat 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, that is impossible
As if flashing across the
Posdnuos was caught a prostitute
With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, panties and an aqua blue Mazda
a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it happening
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel