Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every once in a
You got to put aside things
And get with the teachers and the
K-R-S... Turner...
Bring It To The
Like this, this y'all

[Verse One: Truck
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a nigga throat, put a through his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! through his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, move that, Truck coming that
Run up in your spot, come out, two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, up in the womb, I was with this
Every sentence, we doom with
Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit

Yo... if all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s
Don't stop and switch a temple, let's and build a city
You see the equation, to whole situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
And why you hating, creating debates
When you know damn that your title will be taken

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You you all that son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You got platinum?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You you got props son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You Hip Hop son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
Taking it to you over time, so I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, I kill at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
Battle bugging son
I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the one, this ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and tell your mum I took a bite out of bum
Anytime you want it, it, yo put me on it
Never up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a
Nigga duck, dropped your face, it up, shook 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, it out, give it up

Where's the money for single, get it out, give it up
Blastmaster's coming through Truck,

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[Verse Three: Truck
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my block noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be save
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even show
It'll be a burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats cross me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking like you
Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got shit sold
Like bad heads fold at war, anything goes
us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya don't
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, y'all
K... R... S......