Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
Welcome to
This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011
Myself, and Yelawolf
White get em

1: Yelawolf]
Put these in a box and I send em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the
And throw em in the back, ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I take em to
I give a grade
An E for effort, that's WWA
White with an
Alphabet soup is on my
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon em a sound
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in making it cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the of the VIP like a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
of White boys to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight me
Is like putting on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being foster child, now check it
Don't y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the are the hostages
In my I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm it
You see four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom
You Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the wine Amy house
Enough raps you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't me how to love that
But I got this from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both broke, but she come from money
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 a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda send me llamas
I made it right before their 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 boy's Rodman with the talk
Magic or Walt with the black
Way I off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status categore
Probably be of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is
I caught him slipping, I gotta him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest and compositions
So competition's a contradiction mention they got a Crooked
fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest
a ditch for different spitters
Weak get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, I'll ya
My mind so deadly just like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my whole region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is going postal
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers to keep it trill
Give me a to kill
Too people still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my skills
And y'all ain't real, you bout to die in this cypher
you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will

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

[Verse 5: Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker
On the of that Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to know you
You tell me you my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to y'all
We rock out like the of a guitar school
Thousand dollar I prefer to see the world through
ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I her, I say it's cheaper to
That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz do
I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but your will like Jayden Smith
I you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no strip
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
every deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing with Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, thing
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know your is wack
We cornered the market a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two singles sold and an album that's gold
Look like without having to sell soul

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

You're about to see destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I these beastly hordes on your CD stores
stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat 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 Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a shoebox
a shoehorn
Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her 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
They're elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit
Did you just put your six inch heel my Benz windshield
Is it we bout to kick up
Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between his shift in his frigging pickup
And like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the up like Mike Vick
Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say 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 when you add an
Don't put a K in of that though, when I MC
I'm not the king of this microphone booth
It's more a phone booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental
And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh
Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you
Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible
As if across the news
Posdnuos was with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue
Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool
So kill the rumors it happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil