Luyện nghe bài hát BET Shady 2.0 Cypher

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

1: Yelawolf]
Put muthafuckas in a box and I send em away
Put em in a gray 'llac and pop the
And throw em in the back, ha, dig em a grave
Put a brick inside that Xerox when I print up a
Moving keys I can relate, cause I live in the
I throw up the A, I take em to
I give them a
An E for effort, that's WWA
White an attitude
Alphabet is on my plate
All I got is Z's sleeping on me
I can't get em
I feed em a sound
In a room full of deceivers and
Who believe in making it rain all they see is the clouds
And I from the couch of the VIP like a potato
With a of meatheads, like fuck it
just feed em a cow
Plenty of White boys to pick this year
But before you pick a pepper, you better pick up heater
Cause even Piper could 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 least in my Adidas
I'm out this bitch, drinking 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 they how to Dougie, I'm condoning dropping out
Forced to wild, y'all me then gave me up
I perfected being hip-hop's foster child, now check it
blame y'all for being trash, fans are copping it
The radio's the scene, the masses are the hostages
In my youth I'd shots, the fad was dodging it
I'm I ain't watching the throne, I'm sabotaging it
You see that four-headed 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 game be
I'd 've took the outta Amy house
Enough raps from you scrub cats bout cockin' a back
Wayne couldn't teach me how to love
But I got this chick 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 telly a taxi
Then her in the Holiday Inn, learned that from Max B
That's why the haters envy, wanna send 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 ignored
So unafraid to die, think I did it before
The boy's Rodman the trash talk
Magic or Walt with the black
Way I bounce off the with cat paws
Glass jaw, Hood of your mask will be the with no passport
Body be found in a mansion in one of my
If punks had you status whores categore
Probably be that of awards between Michael Rappaport and Kenny
I know hip-hop's and well
If it died, you crews wouldn't survive the smell

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

[Verse 4: Ortiz]
I ain't a rap dude, I'm a who rap
Before this, I was crack
Killers y'all become y'all rhyme, I salute and dap
And if I blink, remove your snaps
You ain't cool, you wack with your act
Skinny don't mean your ass shoot, it means your booty claps
Don't play Tyler Perry
This the Slaughterhouse of
Flow brown, tight and
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 getting my Yaowa on
Man, all Olajuwons, we the dream team
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 made the cut, I'm Puerto
Ortiz keep the ready
And tryna put me out's like steal a transvestite from Eddie

5: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm do or die dope, and you can make the sitting
On the door of that Phantom, suicide note
Hi Rihanna...is Nicki living you
Let me know so I can buy binoculars and
Hi Rihanna...I don't need to you better
You me you love 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 'bout Budden, I beat my 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 daddy, I tell you straight as this
You kill but your father will like Jayden Smith
I you like I tell my Spanish chick
You fly, but I going down on no landing strip
So get your wax on Daniel San
Or I'mma have to run like De la in drag when cameras come
out the greatest rapper alive I head shot 'em
Smack his girl on the butt and buy her red bottom
Bring every deceased rapper back to see his
While I'm cyber-sexing Jessica Alba via Skype
I'm on my D-boy, Deebo
Spiritual steelo swing like Cee-Lo
Get out the camera with yo B bling
You know your is wack
We cornered the like a Wal-Mart in a cul-de-sac
Yeah, this is what two singles sold and an album that's gold
Look without having to sell your soul

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

You're about to see peace destroyed, it'll be restored
When I unleash these beastly on your CD stores
Wanna stop it: you gon' need a priest, at least three
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 water, acid raps that'll eat these floors
Eat a in a rhyme book, you see these horns
And as for me you ask I'm gone, will he be mourned
..is puke luke warm, should Anthony do porn
Can that chick fit a new born dead inside a fricking shoebox
a shoehorn
Smothered in so she can go get her groove on
Can she duct tape and Velcro a
Joell, yo tell Joe I his
box from his old shell toed Adidas
So I can put babies in the fetal position
They're getting elbows to the
Yeah big
I took some little kids Big Wheel and spit in his big kids meal
Quit tryna me and pinch 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 drink like a hick hillbilly will til he gets hicc-ups
Flipping the script up like Vick
Getting bit in his by a Pit, yup I'm a sick pup
I'd be a magician cause I'll fuck a trick up
Fix your up to say something fly, or zip up
A B, C, you said you were gonna do X-Y-Z
Til you fuck around and get like an E when you add an I-N-G
put a K in front of that though, when I MC
Cause I'm not the of this microphone booth
It's more a phone booth
Superman in bitch, Kryptonite won't do
It me more power, I bump the Fat Boys and
Eat rat poison, take showers
outta the mental hospital
And me not flossing a middle finger I hop in a mosh pit'll
Be like Nas doing or R&B, you crazy
Me pushing up daisies, that thought is
As if across the news
was caught with a prostitute
With a johnson, boobs and a monstrous tube of lube
And a bra, some boots, some panties and an blue Mazda
Swallowing a popsicle, tonsil pool
So the rumors it ain't happening
I'mma rap I'm fossil fuel