Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

1: Yelawolf]
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 inside that Xerox when I print up a page
keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I em to school
I give a grade
An E for effort, that's WWA
White with an
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon feed em a
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in making it cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch the couch of the VIP like a potato
a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
Plenty of boys to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you pick up your heater
Cause even Peter 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 this bitch, Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm 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 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 four-headed monster in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom
You Super thugs 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 game be
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
Enough from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
couldn't teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from
Think my is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a
Then her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it right their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is I'm hearing just pitiful
the same, now the stereo's typical
My thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The boy's with the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the ball
Way I off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you whores categore
be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I hip-hop's alive and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the

3: Crooked I]
I spot a victim, the 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 mention got a Crooked
fiction we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body quick as Bugatti
I'm on a to get richer, the sickest lyric-kicker
Digging a ditch for spitters
Weak lyricists get
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 just like the beanie is close to a
It's over, my whole coastal region
I'm supposed to, flow is going postal even
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers need to keep it
Give me a beat to
Too many people still eating sleeping
sleeping 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: Joell
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 remove snaps
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means booty claps
Don't play Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, and heavy
When it to 16's, I'm a fiend
in the studio near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the team
is an all day slaughter
They for us to break like Beyonce's water
The four doing all the eating
And y'all gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Rican
Ortiz keep the fire
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 the sticker sitting
On the door of that Phantom, your suicide
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki with you
Let me know so I can buy and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I don't to know you better
You me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to fools
We out like the outside of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the through
Don't ask me 'bout Budden, I beat my girl too
You ask me why do I keep her, I say cheaper to
That's why I ride around in a like Wiz Khalifa do
I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as this
You don't kill but father will like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no strip
So get your wax on Daniel San
Or have to run like De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo
Get out the with yo B Roll bling
You know your flow is
We the market 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

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

You're 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 to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a hole in a rhyme book, you see these
And as for me you ask I'm gone, will he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born baby inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on
Can she duct and Velcro a fetus
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
Empty box from his old shell toed
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 meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my windshield
Is it dust we bout to up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his frigging
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Mike
Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a horrible magician cause I'll fuck a up
Fix your up to say something 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 though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the of this microphone booth
It's more a phone booth
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
Fresh outta the mental
And me not flossing a middle finger I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is
As if across the news
was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So kill the rumors it happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel