Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

[Verse Truck 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 new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
Run up in your spot, out, raising 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 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 this situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
And that's why you hating, creating
When you know damn well that your title 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 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 over time, so when I'm flowing
I shine, simply 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall
up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
Battle your son
Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is done
I am the one, this ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and tell mum I took a bite out of your bum
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not that I give a
Let me you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you 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, dropped your face, it up, shook 'em up
Automatic - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, it up

Where's the money for single, get it out, give it up
coming through Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Turner]
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, 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
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even show
It'll be a double burial dukes, the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but kill you if you rally
on my good side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats never me
But they crossed the line, I show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is 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 more niggaz just like you
Don't toot, when you me squeeze off the cycles
I you load (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till whole 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......