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...
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 nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, true that
You in my way, move that, Truck coming through
Run up in your spot, come out, two gats
Move back, give a nigga room, let me hit
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
Every sentence, we doom consistence
Be the witness, let me this, Kris 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 why you hating, creating debates
you know damn well that 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 KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in mind, you fall behind
Picking up rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, another one
Battle your son
Look I cut your tongue, is never done
I am the proper one, this 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
running up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I give a
Let me tell you who I am, ask your buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing

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

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

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That night I let the 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 shit
aimed at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be save
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral even show there
It'll be a burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you
Stay on my good side, my bad side, I
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats cross me
But they crossed the line, I gotta 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
get trifle, catch 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 squeeze you reload till this shit can roll
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads that at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya don't
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, c'mon
K... R... S......