Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put muthafuckas 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 when I print up a page
keys I can relate, cause I live in the cage
I throw up the A, I take em to
I them a grade
An easy E for effort, WWA
White an attitude
Alphabet soup is on my
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I can't get em
I spoon feed em a
In a room full of deceivers and
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
Plenty of White boys to pick from year
But you pick a pepper, you better pick up your heater
Cause even Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's to pick a fight with me
Is like putting 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 the new school, I'mma say check 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 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 in the storm looms
Snipe 'em from a the scope got a long zoom
You Super Mario 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 what the game be
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love
But I got this from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to
So I lock her out, and now she doubt David is
She's so bad, I make her hit the from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned that Max B
That's why the haters envy, wanna send me llamas
I made it before their eyes like 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 ignored
So unafraid to die, you'd think I did it
The boy's Rodman the trash talk
Magic or Walt the black ball
Way I bounce off the asphalt cat paws
jaw, Hood of your 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 between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't survive the

3: Crooked I]
I a victim, the plot'll thicken 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 contradiction somebody mention they got a
Highly fiction we different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the 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, roast ya
My mind so deadly it's just like the beanie is to a holster
It's over, my whole coastal region
Like I'm to, flow is going postal even
season, heart close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm believe me
Dopest breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a to kill
Too people still eating sleeping pills
sleeping on my ether skills
And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the and leave a Will

4: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was moving
Killers y'all when y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You cool, you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty
Don't like Tyler Perry
This the of pain
brown, tight and heavy
When it come to 16's, I'm a
Seen in the studio near a with a mean lean
writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team
This is an all day
They fiending for us to break Beyonce's water
The four quarters all the eating
And y'all gotta know why I the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the 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 sitting
On the door of Phantom, your suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki 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
Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the 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
why I ride around in a Rolls like 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 like I tell my Spanish
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 Hoya in when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
While I'm with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know your is wack
We the market like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is two million singles sold and an album that's gold
Look like without to sell your soul

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

You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll never be
When I unleash these beastly hordes on CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask what the 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 that chick fit a new dead baby inside a fricking shoebox
With a
Smothered in chloroform so she can go get her on
Can she duct tape and a fetus
Joell, yo Joe I need his
Empty box from his old shell toed
So I can put these babies in the fetal
They're elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his big kids meal
tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put six inch heel through my Benz windshield
Is it dust we 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 hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Mike
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 lips up to say something 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 though, when I MC
I'm not the king of this microphone booth
It's like a phone booth
in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
Fresh outta the mental
And me not a middle finger while I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, thought is impossible
As if flashing across the
Posdnuos was with a prostitute
With a huge johnson, and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, tonsil pool
So kill the it ain't happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fuel