Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

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

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

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You think you all son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You only got
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 many rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
your bugging son
Look I cut your tongue, is never done
I am the proper one, this will make you better son
Go and tell your mum I took a out of your bum
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I give a
Let me tell you who I am, just ask your
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you up your money
You can me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a
duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up
Automatic - 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 through Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That night I let the bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my block making noise, keep the down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go
Once I bring it to you, you won't be save
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even there
It'll be a double burial dukes, when the 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 never me
But crossed the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is I owe 'em, Kris you know 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 just you
Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I you reload till this whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your sold
bad heads that fold at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya stop
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, c'mon
K... R... S......