Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put these muthafuckas in a box and I em away
Put em in a gray and pop the trunk
And throw em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a
Put a brick inside that when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the
I up the A, I take em to school
I give a grade
An E for effort, that's 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 cause all see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato
With a bunch of meatheads, like it
I'll just em a cow
Plenty of White to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you better up your heater
even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight me
Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, speed up
Or at least in my Adidas
I'm out bitch, drinking 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 they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me gave me up
I just perfected being foster child, now check it
Don't blame y'all for trash, fans are copping it
The the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed monster in the looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom
You Mario thugs is in the wrong room
figure here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was to me, I'd revive what the game be 'bout
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a back
couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this chick uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come 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 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 typical
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it
The Rodman with the trash talk
Magic or Walt the black ball
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot no passport
Body be found in a in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Latimore
I hip-hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the

3: Crooked I]
I a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest and compositions
So competition's a contradiction somebody they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti
Opposition, I'll quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest
Digging a ditch for spitters
Weak lyricists get
Sip liquor, like a sick mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, I'll ya
My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is close to a
It's over, control my coastal region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is postal even
season, heart close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm
Nope I'm beefing rappers need to it trill
Give me a beat to
Too many people still sleeping pills
People sleeping on my ether
And y'all even real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was moving
Killers become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
jeans don't mean 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 bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
is an all day slaughter
They for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four doing all the eating
And y'all gotta why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like steal a transvestite from Eddie

[Verse 5: Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker
On the door of that Phantom, your suicide
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you
Let me know so I can buy and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to you better
You tell me you love my music again, we go
Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a school
Thousand dollar I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say it's to
why I ride around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you as this
You don't kill but your father will Jayden Smith
I tell you I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get your wax on Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom
every 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 Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera yo B Roll bling
You know your flow is
We cornered the like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold
Look without having to sell your soul

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

You're about to see peace destroyed, never be restored
I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Ouija boards
A squeegee and be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a in a rhyme book, you see these horns
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned
..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby a fricking shoebox
With a
Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on
Can she tape and Velcro a fetus
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
Empty box from his old toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the position
They're elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel 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 frigging
And drink like a hick 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 I'll fuck a trick up
Fix lips up to say something 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 like a booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite do
It gives me more power, I the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take meteor
Fresh the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a pit'll
Be like Nas gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible
As if flashing the news
was caught with a prostitute
With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube 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