Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
Welcome to
This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011
Myself, and Yelawolf
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 throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a
Put a brick inside Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
White with an
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I can't get em
I spoon feed em a
In a room full of deceivers and
Who believe in making it rain all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato
a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to from this year
But before you a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what like to pick a fight with me
Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better up
Or at least in my case
I'm out bitch, drinking Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say your tone and watch your mouth
If they how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
to wild, y'all birthed me then gave me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it
I'm grown: I ain't the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won't get bigger if you on
If it was left to me, I'd revive the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the wine outta Amy
Enough raps from you scrub bout cockin' a snub back
couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
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 a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me
I made it right before their eyes like I was
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd I did it before
The boy's Rodman the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the black
Way I bounce off the asphalt with cat
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot no passport
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's alive and
If it died, you other crews survive the smell

3: Crooked 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 competition's a contradiction somebody they got a Crooked
Highly we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest
Digging a ditch for 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 it's just the beanie is close to a holster
over, control my whole coastal region
Like I'm to, flow is going postal even
season, heart close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me
Dopest breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers need to it trill
Give me a to kill
Too people still eating sleeping pills
People on my ether skills
And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was moving
Killers y'all become y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll remove your
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play Tyler Perry
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 lean
Probably writing bars to Thief's 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 four quarters all the eating
And y'all gotta why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting
On the door of Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I need to know you better
You tell me you my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to y'all
We rock out like the outside of a guitar
Thousand frames I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say cheaper to
why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will like Jayden
I tell you like I tell my chick
You fly, but I ain't down on no landing strip
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, thing
Spiritual steelo swing like Green
Get out the camera with yo B bling
You know your flow is
We the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million sold and an album that's gold
Look like having to sell your soul

6: Eminem]
Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual,
Subliminal, in your swimming

about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the for
Or the holy water, raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Casey do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking
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 toed
So I can put these babies in the position
They're getting elbows to the
big deal
I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit
Did you just put six inch heel through my Benz windshield
Is it we bout to kick up
Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
his stick shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Mike
Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a pup
I'd be a horrible magician cause I'll a trick up
Fix lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you were do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of microphone booth
It's more like a booth
Superman in this bitch, won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
Fresh 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 a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous of lube
And a bra, some boots, some and an aqua blue Mazda
a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it happening
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel