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 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 inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I up the A, I take em to school
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
White an attitude
soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's they on me
I can't get em
I feed em a sound
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I from the couch of the VIP like a potato
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up your
Cause even Peter could pick up a mic
But what it's like to a fight with me
Is like Nikes 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 and watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me then me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
blame y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the are the hostages
In my youth I'd throw shots, the fad was it
I'm I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed monster in the looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the scope got a zoom
You Super Mario thugs is in the wrong
Gotta figure here, you won't get if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd what the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub
Wayne couldn't teach me how to that
But I got this from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she 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 make her hit the telly from a
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B
why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right before their eyes like I was
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The boy's with the trash talk
or Walt with the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's alive and
If it died, you other crews wouldn't 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 proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a somebody mention they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body as Bugatti 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 mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, I'll ya
My mind so deadly it's like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my coastal region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is going postal
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me
Dopest breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers to keep it trill
Give me a beat to
Too many still eating sleeping pills
People on my ether skills
And y'all ain't even real, you bout to die in cypher
Before you die you should do the Jada and a Will

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was crack
Killers y'all when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
Skinny jeans don't mean ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't like Tyler Perry
This the of pain
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 Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team
is an all day slaughter
They for us to break like Beyonce's water
The quarters doing all the eating
And y'all gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto
keep the fire ready
And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a transvestite from

[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 living with you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to know you
You me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools
We rock out like the outside of a school
dollar frames I prefer to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I 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 your daddy, I you straight as this
You don't kill but your father will Jayden Smith
I you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I shot 'em
Smack his girl on the and buy her some 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, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Green
Get out the camera with yo B bling
You your flow is wack
We the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles and an album that's gold
like without having to sell your soul

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

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 squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the for
Or the water, acid raps 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, he be mourned
..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn
Can chick fit a new born dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
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 toed Adidas
So I can put these in the fetal position
They're elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit bite 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 hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets
Flipping the up like 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 said you were gonna do
Til you fuck around and get like an E when you add an I-N-G
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 phone
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
Fresh outta the 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 up daisies, that thought is impossible
As if flashing the news
Posdnuos was caught with a
a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So kill the rumors it happening
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel