Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

1: Yelawolf]
Put these in a box and I send em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the
And em in the back, jack; ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick 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 easy E for effort, WWA
White an attitude
Alphabet 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 room full of and clowns
Who believe in it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP a potato
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
I'll just em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from this
But before you pick a pepper, you better up your heater
even Peter Piper could pick up a mic
But what it's to pick a fight with me
Is like Nikes on a cheetah, better speed up
Or at in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch, Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm the new school, I'mma say check your tone and watch your mouth
If teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all birthed me gave me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't blame y'all for being trash, are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the are the hostages
In my I'd throw shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed monster in the looms
Snipe 'em from a distance: the got a long zoom
You Super thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive the game be 'bout
I'd 've the wine outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout a snub back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love
But I got this from uptown, she my summer bunny
Both parents broke, but she come money
my bread is her paper to burn
So I lock her out, and now she doubt is Stern
She's so bad, I her hit the telly from a taxi
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda send me llamas
I made it right before their eyes I was Benihanas
Is it me or is I'm hearing 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 off the asphalt with cat paws
jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had award you status whores
Probably be that of awards between Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's and well
If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell

3: Crooked I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll when the clock is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta him a shot
I hit him with spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention got a Crooked
Highly fiction we different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll quick as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the lyric-kicker
a ditch for different 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 like the beanie is close to a holster
It's over, control my whole region
Like I'm supposed to, is going postal even
Open season, close to freezing
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Dopest Westcoaster so most ya hope I'm vegan
Nope I'm beefing rappers to keep it trill
Give me a beat to
Too many people eating sleeping pills
sleeping on my ether skills
And y'all ain't even real, you bout to die in cypher
you die you should do the Jada and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Joell
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was moving
Killers y'all become when rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, they'll remove your
You ain't cool, you wack your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't like Tyler Perry
the Slaughterhouse of pain
Flow brown, and heavy
it come to 16's, I'm a fiend
Seen in the studio near a needle a mean lean
Probably writing bars to Nas' Thief's Theme my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
This is an all day
They fiending for us to break like Beyonce's
The four doing all the eating
And y'all gotta why I made the cut, I'm Puerto 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 make the sticker
On the door of that Phantom, your suicide
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you
Let me so I can buy binoculars and telescopes
Hi Rihanna...I need to know you better
You me you love my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now back to fools
We rock out like the outside of a guitar
Thousand dollar frames I to see the world through
Don't ask me 'bout Budden, I beat 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 your daddy, I you straight as this
You don't kill but father will like Jayden Smith
I tell you like I tell my Spanish
You fly, but I ain't going down on no strip
So get wax on like Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run De la Hoya in drag when cameras come
Point out the rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the and buy her some red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper to see his wife
I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, thing
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera yo B Roll bling
You know your flow is
We cornered the market a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles and an album that's gold
Look without having to sell your soul

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

You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll be restored
When I unleash these hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three
A license to ill from the Boys, three Ouija boards
A and please be warned, don't ask what the squeegee's for
Or the holy water, acid raps that'll eat floors
Eat a hole in a book, you see these horns
And as for me you ask when I'm gone, he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Casey do porn
Can that 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 a fetus
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
Empty box his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these in the fetal position
They're getting to the penis
big deal
I took some little kids Big and spit in his frickin big kids meal
Quit tryna bite me and pinch you sit still
Did you just put your six heel through my Benz windshield
Is it we bout to kick up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
his stick shift in his frigging pickup
And drink like a hick redneck will 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 lips up to say 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 of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the king of this booth
It's more like a phone
in this bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It gives me more power, I bump the Fat and
Eat rat poison, meteor showers
Fresh 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 up daisies, that thought is impossible
As if flashing the news
Posdnuos was caught a prostitute
With a huge johnson, boobs and a tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an aqua blue
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So kill the it ain't happening
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel