Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

[Verse 1:
Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away
Put em in a 'llac and pop the trunk
And throw em in the back, ha, dig em a grave
Put a inside that Xerox when I print up a page
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the
I throw up the A, I take em to
I give them a
An easy E for effort, WWA
White an attitude
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's they on me
I get em awake
I spoon em a sound
In a full of deceivers and clowns
Who believe in it rain cause all they see is the clouds
And I watch from the couch of the VIP like a
With a bunch of meatheads, fuck it
just feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick from year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up heater
Cause even Peter Piper pick up a mic
But what it's like to pick a fight 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 from the new school, I'mma say check your tone and your mouth
If they teaching how to Dougie, I'm dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all me then gave me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
Don't blame y'all for trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the crime scene, the masses are the
In my youth I'd shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm grown: I ain't the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that monster in the storm looms
'em from a distance: the scope got a long zoom
You Mario thugs is in the wrong room
Gotta here, you won't get bigger if you on shrooms
If it was left to me, I'd revive what the be 'bout
I'd 've took the wine outta Amy
Enough from you scrub cats bout cockin' 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 David is
so bad, I make her hit the telly from a taxi
Then her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, wanna send me llamas
I it right before their eyes like I was Benihanas
Is it me or is what I'm hearing pitiful
the same, now the stereo's typical
My skin's so the critics ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The boy's Rodman the trash talk
or Walt with the black ball
Way I off the asphalt with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the Blackfoot no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If punks had award you status categore
be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny Latimore
I know hip-hop's alive and
If it died, you other crews wouldn't the smell

3: Crooked I]
I spot a victim, the plot'll thicken when the is ticking
I caught him slipping, I gotta him a shot
I hit him with proper spitting, hottest writtens and
So a contradiction somebody mention they got a Crooked
Highly we probably different, got Gotti henchmen
Opposition, I'll body as Bugatti engines
I'm on a mission to get richer, the sickest
Digging a for different spitters
lyricists get disfigured
Sip liquor, spit a sick mixture
Of Notorious, Pun and L, get the big
The poster, I'll ya
My mind so it's just like the beanie is close to a holster
over, control my whole coastal region
Like I'm supposed to, is going postal even
Open season, heart to freezing
as Eazy nigga, approach, I'm squeezing believe me
Dopest Westcoaster breathing so most ya hope I'm
Nope I'm rappers need to keep it trill
Give me a beat to
Too many people still eating sleeping
People sleeping on my skills
And y'all ain't real, you bout to die in this cypher
Before you die you should do the Jada and leave a

4: Joell Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was crack
Killers y'all become when y'all rhyme, I and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
Skinny jeans don't mean your ass shoot, it your booty claps
Don't like Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, tight and
When it come to 16's, I'm a
in the studio 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 break like water
The four doing all the eating
And gotta know why I made the cut, I'm Puerto Rican
Ortiz keep the fire
And tryna put me out's tryna steal a transvestite from Eddie

[Verse 5: Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can the sticker 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 need to know you better
You tell me you my music again, we go together
Bye Rihanna... now to y'all fools
We rock out like the of a guitar school
Thousand 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 keep her, I say cheaper to
That's why I around in a Rolls like Wiz Khalifa do
Rappers I'm your daddy, I tell you straight as
You kill but your father will like Jayden Smith
I tell you I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I ain't going on no landing strip
So get your wax on Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la Hoya in drag when come
out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her some red
every deceased rapper back to see his wife
While I'm cyber-sexing with Jessica via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo
Get out the with yo B Roll bling
You know your is wack
We cornered the market like a in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two million singles sold and an album gold
Look like without having to sell soul

6: Eminem]
Ayo, lyrical miracle, spiritual individual,
Subliminal, in your swimming

You're about to see peace destroyed, never be restored
When I these beastly hordes on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you need a priest, at least three 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 that'll eat these
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 baby inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
Smothered in so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and a fetus
Joell, yo Joe I need his
box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put these babies in the position
getting elbows to the penis
Yeah big
I took some kids Big Wheel and spit in his frickin big kids meal
tryna bite me and pinch you wench sit still
Did you just put your six inch heel through my Benz
Is it dust we bout to up
Can Yelawolf fit a of rum in a big cup
Between his stick shift in his pickup
And drink like a 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 magician cause fuck a trick up
Fix your up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, let's C, you said you gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get dropped like an E 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 more a phone 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 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
a huge johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, boots, some panties and an aqua blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, playing tonsil
So the rumors it ain't happening
I'mma rap 'til I'm fossil