Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

[Verse One: Truck
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
With his head
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest 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, two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
Every sentence, we with consistence
Be the witness, let me this, Kris hit this

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to this whole
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
And why you hating, creating debates
When you know damn well that your 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 son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You Hip Hop son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got time
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
Taking it to you time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall
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 tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will you better son
Go and tell your mum I a bite out of your bum
Anytime you it, doggone 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, ask your buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

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

Where's the for this single, get it out, give it up
Blastmaster's through Truck, what

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the
Body chalked, where we live, how we get down
up on my block making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
Fo'-fo' at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I bring it to you, you be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't show there
be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you
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 snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the
Fuck you, until niggaz looking just like you
Don't toot, when you hear me off the cycles
I squeeze you (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this shit can roll
I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads that fold at war, 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, c'mon
K... R... S......