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
Like this, like y'all

[Verse Truck Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a throat, put a bullet through his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew
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, 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 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 whole situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you me, you Satan
And that's why you hating, creating
When you know 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 think you got props
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You living Hip Hop
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick rhymes, big time, all time
it to you over time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
Lyrically be out the tighter 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, kill 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 tell your mum I took a bite out of 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 a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask your
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your
You can call me Chris Rock, nothing funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me change my up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped face, pick it up, shook 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, it up

Where's the money for this single, get it out, it up
Blastmaster's coming through Truck,

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark 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, bout to rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't go there
Once I bring it to you, you be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral even show there
It'll be a burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally
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 fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking 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 shit can roll
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads that fold at war, goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx nigga what

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