Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send em
Put em in a 'llac and pop the trunk
And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a
Moving I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I up the A, I take em to school
I them a grade
An E for effort, that's WWA
with an attitude
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon em a sound
In a room of deceivers and clowns
Who in making it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I from the couch of the VIP like a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, like it
I'll just em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from year
But before you pick a pepper, you better up your heater
Cause Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to a fight with me
Is like putting on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at least in my case
I'm out this bitch, drinking by the two-liter

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and 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 blame y'all for being trash, fans are it
The radio's the crime scene, the are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it
I'm I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed monster in the looms
'em from a distance: the scope 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 what the game be
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love
But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer
Both broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her to burn
So I lock her out, and now she 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 before eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing pitiful
the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's thick so the ignored
So to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash
Magic or Walt the black ball
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If had award you status whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell

[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 somebody mention they got a
Highly fiction we probably different, got henchmen
Opposition, body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker
a ditch for different spitters
Weak get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit a sick mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, I'll ya
My mind so it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
over, control my whole coastal region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is going even
Open season, heart to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing need to keep it trill
Give me a to kill
Too many people still eating sleeping
sleeping 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 a Will

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
this, I was moving crack
Killers y'all become y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means booty claps
Don't play like Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, and heavy
When it come to 16's, I'm a
Seen in the near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my 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 know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like steal a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can the sticker sitting
On the door of that Phantom, suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is living with you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't to know you better
You me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a 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 cheaper to
That's why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you as this
You don't kill but your father like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get your wax on like San
Or have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Green
Get out the camera with yo B bling
You your flow is wack
We cornered the like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's
Look like without having to your soul

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

You're about to see peace destroyed, 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, Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask the squeegee's 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, will he be
..is puke luke warm, Casey Anthony do porn
Can that fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking 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 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 and spit in his frickin big kids meal
tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my windshield
Is it dust we bout to up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his frigging
And drink a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up Mike Vick
Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a pup
I'd be a horrible cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix lips up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get like an E when you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the of this microphone booth
It's more like a booth
Superman in this bitch, won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the Fat and
Eat rat poison, take showers
Fresh outta the mental
And me not flossing a middle finger I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is
As if flashing the news
Posdnuos was with a prostitute
With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it ain't
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil