Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put these muthafuckas in a box and I send em
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 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 a grade
An E for effort, that's WWA
White with an
soup is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon feed em a
In a room full of and clowns
Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the
And I from the couch of the VIP like a potato
a bunch of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll feed em a cow
of White boys to pick from this year
But before you a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a with me
Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better up
Or at least in my case
I'm out this bitch, drinking by the two-liter

Shady

2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me then me up
I just perfected hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the
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 in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a the scope got a long zoom
You Super thugs is in the wrong room
figure 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 outta Amy
Enough raps you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
Both parents broke, but she come from
Think my bread is her to burn
So I lock her out, and now she David is Stern
so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, that from Max B
That's why the envy, kinda wanna send me llamas
I made it before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My thick so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the talk
or Walt with the black ball
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 punks had award you whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael and Kenny Latimore
I hip-hop's alive and well
If it died, you other wouldn't survive the smell

[Verse 3: I]
I a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest and compositions
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
lyricists get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit like a mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, roast ya
My mind so it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my whole coastal
I'm supposed to, flow is going postal 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 rappers need to it trill
Give me a beat to
Too people still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my skills
And y'all ain't even real, you to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Joell
I a rap dude, I'm a dude who rap
this, I was moving crack
Killers y'all become when rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with foolish act
jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play like Perry
This the of pain
Flow brown, tight and
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 Olajuwons, we the dream team
is an all day slaughter
They fiending for us to break like Beyonce's
The four quarters all the eating
And y'all know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the ready
And tryna put me out's like steal a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting
On the door of 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 back to fools
We rock out like the of a guitar school
Thousand dollar frames I to see the world through
Don't ask me nothing 'bout Budden, I beat my too
You ask me why do I her, I say it's 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 your father will like Jayden
I you like 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 in drag when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
his girl on the butt and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, thing
steelo swing like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You your flow is wack
We cornered the market like a Wal-Mart in a
Yeah, is what two million singles sold and an album that's gold
Look like without to sell your soul

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

You're to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at three swords
A license to ill the Beastie 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, will he be
..is luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead inside a fricking shoebox
With a
in chloroform so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and Velcro a
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
Empty box his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put babies in the fetal 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 six inch heel through my Benz windshield
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 til he gets hicc-ups
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 cause I'll a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck and get dropped like 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 microphone
It's more like a phone
Superman in this bitch, won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
Fresh outta the mental
And me not a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing gospel or R&B, you
Me pushing up daisies, that is impossible
As if flashing across the
was caught with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So the rumors it ain't happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel