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 muthafuckas in a box and I send em
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the
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 in the cage
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
White with an
soup 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 full of and clowns
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
even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what like 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 your tone and watch your
If teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't blame y'all for trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the
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 that four-headed in the storm looms
'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the room
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 took the wine outta Amy
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout a snub back
Wayne teach me how to love that
But I got chick from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come money
Think my is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is
so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is I'm hearing just pitiful
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 Rodman the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Latimore
I know alive and well
If it died, you crews wouldn't survive the smell

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the thicken when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I give him a shot
I hit him proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention got a Crooked
fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as engines
I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker
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 supposed to, flow is postal even
Open season, heart 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 keep it
Give me a to kill
Too many still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my skills
And y'all ain't even real, you bout to die in this
Before you die you should do the and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Joell
I a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this, I was moving
Killers become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your claps
play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
brown, tight and heavy
When it come to 16's, I'm a
Seen in the studio near a needle with a lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
This is an all day
fiending for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four doing all the eating
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 steal a 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, your note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and
Hi Rihanna...I need to know you better
You tell me you love my music again, we go
Bye Rihanna... now back to y'all
We out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames I to see the world through
Don't ask me 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I her, I say it's cheaper to
That's why I around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as
You kill but your father will like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't down on no landing strip
So get your wax on Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag cameras come
Point out the rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You your flow is wack
We the market 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 sell soul

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

You're to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD
stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Boys, three Ouija boards
A and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, will he be
..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do
Can chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
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 from his old shell toed
So I can put these babies in the position
They're getting to the penis
big deal
I took some kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you put your six inch heel through my Benz windshield
Is it we bout to kick up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his pickup
And drink like a hick redneck will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Mike
bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a magician cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you add an
put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this booth
It's like a phone booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite do
It gives me more power, I the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
outta the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing or R&B, you crazy
Me up daisies, that thought is impossible
As if flashing the news
was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool
So kill the rumors it ain't
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel