Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

[Intro:
Welcome to
This is the BET, Shady 2.0 2011
Myself, and Yelawolf
Dawg 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 Xerox I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I in the cage
I up the A, I take em to school
I them a grade
An E for effort, that's WWA
White an attitude
Alphabet soup is on my
All I got is Z's they on me
I can't get em
I spoon feed em a
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in it rain 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 just em a cow
Plenty of White to pick from this year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what like to pick a fight with me
Is like putting Nikes on a cheetah, better up
Or at in my case Adidas
I'm out this bitch, Sprite by the two-liter

Shady

[Verse 2: Joe
Say I'm from the new school, I'mma say check your and watch your mouth
If teaching how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, birthed me then gave me up
I just perfected being hip-hop's child, now check it
blame y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The the crime scene, the masses are the hostages
In my I'd throw 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 a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta figure here, you won't get if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the be 'bout
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a snub back
Wayne teach me how to love that
But I got this chick from uptown, she my bunny
Both broke, but she come from money
Think my bread is her paper to
So I lock her out, and now she David is Stern
She's so bad, I make her hit the telly from a
Then dead her in the Holiday Inn, learned from Max B
That's why the haters envy, kinda wanna me llamas
I made it right before their like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing just
the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's thick so the critics
So to die, you'd think I did it before
The boy's Rodman with the talk
Magic or Walt with the black
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
Glass jaw, of your mask will be the Blackfoot with no passport
Body be in a mansion in one of my trapdoors
If punks had you status 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 spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the clock is
I him slipping, I gotta give him a shot
I hit him proper spitting, hottest writtens and compositions
So competition's a contradiction somebody mention 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
a ditch for different spitters
Weak lyricists get
Sip liquor, spit a sick mixture
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, control my whole region
Like I'm supposed to, flow is postal even
Open season, heart close to
Ruthless as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya I'm vegan
I'm beefing rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a to kill
Too many people still eating pills
People sleeping on my skills
And ain't even real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you do the Jada and leave a Will

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a 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 cool, you wack with your foolish act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it means your claps
Don't like Tyler Perry
This the of pain
brown, tight 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 getting my Yaowa on
Man, all these Olajuwons, we the dream
This is an all day
They for us to break 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 a transvestite from Eddie

[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 living you
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and
Hi Rihanna...I need to know 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 school
dollar frames I prefer to see the world 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
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 your father will like Smith
I tell you like I tell my chick
You fly, but I ain't going down on no landing
So get your wax on like San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in when cameras come
Point out the greatest rapper alive I head 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her 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, Deebo
Spiritual steelo like Cee-Lo Green
Get out the camera with yo B Roll
You know your is wack
We cornered the market like a in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two singles sold and an album that's gold
like 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 never be
I unleash these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna it: you gon' need a priest, at least three swords
A license to ill from the Beastie Boys, three Ouija
A squeegee and please be warned, don't ask the squeegee's for
Or the water, acid raps that'll eat these 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, 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 and Velcro a fetus
Joell, yo Joe I need his
box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put babies in the fetal position
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some kids 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 heel through my windshield
Is it dust we to kick up
Can fit a fifth of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his pickup
And like a hick redneck hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up Mike Vick
bit in his junk 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 said you were gonna do
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E when you add an
Don't put a K in of that though, when 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 gives me more power, I bump the Fat and
Eat rat poison, take meteor
outta the mental hospital
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 the news
Posdnuos was caught with a
With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some and an aqua blue Mazda
a popsicle, playing tonsil pool
So kill the rumors it happening
rap 'til I'm fossil fuel