Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put aside things
And get with the and the kings
K-R-S... Turner...
Bring It To The
Like this, like this

One: Truck Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
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! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true
You in my way, move that, Truck coming through
Run up in your spot, come out, raising two
Move back, give a 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, hit this

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

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

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got time
To kick rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I
Bring in the chime, in mind, you fall behind
Picking up your skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, another one
Battle your son
Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is 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
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never running up on it, you disappointed, get on it
I jam, not that I give a damn
Let me you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, nothing funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped your face, it up, shook 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, 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 night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the
Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get
Come up on my block making noise, keep the shit
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't show there
It'll be a double dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these never cross me
But crossed the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you him? (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking like you
Don't toot, you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole can roll
I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads that at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another episode nigga what

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