Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

[Verse One: Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a throat, put a bullet through his hat
With his attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, true that
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
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 with consistence
Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't stop and 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 that's why you hating, creating
When you damn well that your title will be taken

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

[Verse KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
Taking it to you time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
I shine, simply 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in mind, you fall behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at
Still number one for fun, another one
Battle your son
Look I cut tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the one, this ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and your mum I took a bite out of your bum
Anytime you want it, it, yo put me on it
Never running up on it, you disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I give a
Let me tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me my style up, in a rough
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 Three: Turner]
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
parts chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my block making noise, the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit
Me and you, getting it on? Don't 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 burial dukes, when the smoke
Love you a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally
Stay on my good side, my bad side, I
Don't hold me back, get off me, these kats never cross me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
Fuck you, until more looking just like you
Don't toot, when you me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your 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, c'mon
K... R... S......