Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
to Detroit
This is the BET, 2.0 Cypher 2011
Myself, Slaughterhouse and
White 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, ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a
keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give a grade
An easy E for effort, WWA
White with an
Alphabet soup is on my
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon feed em a
In a room full of deceivers and
Who believe in making it rain all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll just em a cow
Plenty of boys to pick from this year
But you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to a fight with me
Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better up
Or at least in my Adidas
I'm out this bitch, drinking Sprite by the

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
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 just perfected being hip-hop's child, now check it
Don't blame y'all for being trash, fans are it
The radio's the scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm it
You see that four-headed monster in the storm
Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong
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 the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my summer
Both parents broke, but she come from
Think my bread is her paper to
So I lock her out, and now she David is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly a taxi
Then her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the typical
My thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the trash
Magic or with the black ball
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores
Probably be that of awards between Michael and Kenny Latimore
I know alive and well
If it died, you other crews survive the smell

[Verse 3: 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, writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction mention they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we probably different, got Gotti
Opposition, I'll body quick as engines
I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker
Digging a for different spitters
Weak get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a sick
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
It's over, control my whole region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is going postal
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers need to keep it
Give me a to kill
Too many people still sleeping pills
People on my ether skills
And y'all even real, you bout to die in this 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
Killers y'all when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll remove snaps
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it your 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 studio a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the team
This is an all day
fiending for us to break like Beyonce's water
The quarters doing all the eating
And y'all gotta know why I the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
keep 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 make the sticker
On the of that Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with 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 back to y'all
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
That's why I ride around in a Rolls Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will like 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 when cameras come
Point out the rapper alive I head shot 'em
his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
While I'm with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Green
Get out the with yo B Roll bling
You know flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album that's
like without having to sell your soul

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

You're about to see destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least 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 that'll eat these 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, should Casey do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
Smothered in so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and Velcro a
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
Empty box from his old shell toed
So I can put these in the fetal position
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and in his frickin big kids meal
Quit bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you put your six inch 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 redneck 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 cause I'll a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you were do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped an E when you add an I-N-G
Don't put a K in front of that though, I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this booth
It's more like a booth
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
Fresh the mental hospital
And me not a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you
Me up daisies, that thought is impossible
As if flashing across the
Posdnuos was caught a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue
a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel