Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

1: Yelawolf]
Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the
And em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick that 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 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 full of deceivers and
Who believe in making it rain cause all see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a
a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll just em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But it's 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 your tone and watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now it
Don't y'all for being 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 I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed in the storm looms
'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario 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 what the be 'bout
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love
But I got this chick uptown, she my summer bunny
parents broke, but she come from money
Think my is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt is Stern
She's so bad, I her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me
I made it before their 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 critics
So to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash
or Walt with the black ball
Way I off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny
I hip-hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews survive the smell

[Verse 3: I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta give him a
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a
Highly we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti
I'm on a mission to get richer, the lyric-kicker
Digging a for different spitters
lyricists get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a sick
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, roast ya
My mind so deadly it's just like the is close to a holster
over, control my whole coastal region
Like I'm to, flow is going postal even
Open season, heart close to
Ruthless as nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so ya hope I'm vegan
I'm beefing rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a to kill
Too many people still sleeping pills
People sleeping on my ether
And y'all even real, you bout to die in this cypher
you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
this, I was moving crack
Killers y'all when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll your snaps
You ain't cool, you with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it your booty claps
play like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
brown, tight and heavy
When it to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the studio near a 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 break Beyonce's water
The quarters doing all the eating
And y'all gotta know why I the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the ready
And put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker
On the door of that Phantom, your note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you
Let me know so I can buy 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 fools
We rock out the outside of a guitar school
dollar frames I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing 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 you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will like 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 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 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, thing
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know flow is wack
We cornered the like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles and an album that's gold
Look like without having to sell soul

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

about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three boards
A squeegee and please be warned, 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 luke warm, should Casey Anthony 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 tape and a fetus
Joell, yo Joe I need his
box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the position
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids
Quit tryna me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six heel through my Benz windshield
Is it dust we bout to up
Can fit a fifth 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 Mike Vick
bit in his junk 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 you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you around and get dropped like an E when you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of though, when I MC
I'm not the king of this microphone booth
It's more like a phone
in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
outta the mental hospital
And me not a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that is impossible
As if across the news
Posdnuos was with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of
And a bra, some boots, panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool
So the rumors it ain't happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel