Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every once in a
You got to put aside childish
And get with the teachers and the
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 to snap
Cut a nigga throat, put a through his hat
With his head
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his 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, two gats
back, give 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 spit this, hit this

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 that's why you hating, creating
When you know damn that your 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 son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You Hip Hop son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To many rhymes, big time, all time
it to you over 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, kill one
your bugging son
Look I cut your tongue, is never done
I am the one, this ass-whipping 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 running up on it, you disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not I give a damn
Let me you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your
You can me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny

[Truck
what, let me change my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, your face, pick it up, shook 'em up
Automatic - 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 coming Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my making noise, keep the shit down
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? Don't even go
Once I it to you, you won't be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even show
It'll be a double dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll you if you rally
Stay on my good side, my bad side, I
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats never me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
Fuck you, until niggaz looking just like you
toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload this whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got shit sold
Like bad heads that at war, anything goes
Made us, 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......