Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put these in a box and I send 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 Xerox when I up a page
Moving keys I can relate, I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
with an attitude
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's they on me
I can't get em
I spoon em a sound
In a room full of and clowns
Who believe in making it cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the of the VIP like 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 pick up your heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight me
Is like Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at least in my case
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 dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected 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 the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a 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 the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the wine Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub
Wayne teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
Both parents broke, but she from money
Think my is her paper 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 her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, wanna send me llamas
I made it right before their eyes I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the typical
My skin's thick so the critics
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 cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If had award you status whores categore
Probably be that of between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know alive and well
If it died, you other wouldn't 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, hottest writtens and
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention they got a
Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti
Opposition, I'll quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker
Digging a for different spitters
Weak lyricists get
Sip liquor, spit like a mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, roast 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 going even
Open season, heart to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing need to keep it trill
Give me a beat to
Too many people still eating pills
People sleeping on my ether
And y'all ain't even real, you bout to die in cypher
Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
Before this, I was crack
y'all become when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll remove your
You ain't cool, you with your foolish act
Skinny don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play like Tyler
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, tight and
When it to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my on
Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team
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 made the cut, I'm Rican
keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna a transvestite from Eddie

[Verse 5: Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sticker
On the of that Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living 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 fools
We rock out the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames I 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 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 Jayden
I tell you like I tell my 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 in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper I head shot 'em
Smack his on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica Alba via
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera yo B Roll bling
You know 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 gold
Look like having to sell your soul

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

You're to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these hordes on your CD stores
Wanna 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, 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, he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Casey Anthony do
Can chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
With a
Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on
Can she duct tape and Velcro a
Joell, yo Joe I need his
Empty box from his old shell Adidas
So I can put these babies in the position
They're getting elbows to the
Yeah big
I took some kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz
Is it we bout to kick up
Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his frigging
And drink like a redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Vick
Getting bit in his junk by a Pit, yup I'm a pup
I'd be a horrible magician cause fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you were gonna do
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E you add an I-N-G
put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this microphone
It's more a phone booth
Superman in this bitch, Kryptonite do
It gives me power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take meteor
Fresh the mental hospital
And me not flossing a finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas 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 of lube
And a bra, boots, some panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing pool
So kill the it ain't happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil