Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
to Detroit
This is the BET, Shady 2.0 2011
Myself, and Yelawolf
White get em

1: Yelawolf]
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, ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the
I throw up the A, I 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 sleeping on me
I get em awake
I spoon em a sound
In a room of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in making it rain cause all they see is the
And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
just feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from this
But before you pick a pepper, you pick up your heater
even Peter 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 in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch, drinking by the two-liter

Shady

2: Joe Budden]
Say I'm from the new school, say check your tone and watch your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning out
to wild, y'all birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now 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 shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't watching the throne, I'm it
You see that four-headed monster in the looms
Snipe 'em from a the scope 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 what the game be 'bout
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a back
Wayne teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
parents broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to
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 Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna send me
I made it right before their like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm just pitiful
Airwaves the same, now the stereo's
My skin's thick so the ignored
So to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's with the trash talk
Magic or with 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 in one of my trapdoors
If punks had you status whores categore
Probably be of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's 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 give him a shot
I hit him with spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a somebody mention they got a Crooked
Highly fiction we different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, body quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest
Digging a ditch for spitters
Weak lyricists get
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 the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, my whole coastal region
I'm supposed to, flow is going postal even
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me
Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm rappers need to keep it trill
me a beat to kill
Too many still eating sleeping pills
People sleeping on my ether
And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a

[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 remove your
You ain't cool, you with your foolish act
Skinny jeans mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play like Perry
This the of pain
Flow brown, tight and
When it to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the near a needle with a mean lean
Probably writing to Nas' Thief's Theme getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
This is an all day
They fiending for us to like 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 fire
And tryna put me out's like tryna steal a from Eddie

[Verse 5: Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can the sticker sitting
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 you better
You tell me you love my again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to y'all
We rock out like the outside of a guitar
Thousand dollar frames I prefer to see the through
Don't ask me nothing Budden, I beat my girl 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
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you as this
You don't kill but your father will like Jayden
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 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 and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased back to see his wife
While I'm with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B bling
You know your 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
Look without having to sell your soul

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

You're to see peace destroyed, it'll never be restored
When I unleash these beastly hordes on CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, Ouija boards
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid that'll 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 luke warm, should Casey Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead baby a fricking shoebox
With a
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 shell toed
So I can put these babies in the fetal
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some little Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch through my Benz windshield
Is it dust we to kick up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick redneck hillbilly 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 cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your lips up to say fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you 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
Cause I'm not the of this microphone booth
It's more like a booth
Superman in this bitch, won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take meteor
outta the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle finger while I hop in a mosh
Be Nas doing gospel or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that is impossible
As if flashing across the
Posdnuos was caught with a
With a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of
And a bra, boots, some panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So kill the it ain't happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil