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
Like this, like y'all

[Verse Truck Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a nigga throat, put a through his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true
You in my way, that, Truck coming through that
Run up in your spot, come out, raising two
back, give a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
Every sentence, we doom with
Be the witness, let me this, Kris hit this

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't and switch a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to this situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you me, you Satan
And that's why you hating, creating
When you know damn well that your title will be

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

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm rhymes
I shine, simply 'cause I'm
Lyrically be 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 ass-whipping will make you son
Go and tell your mum I took a bite out of bum
Anytime you want it, it, yo put me on it
Never 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 money
You can call me 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
Automatic - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, it out, give it up

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

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[Verse Three: Turner]
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 block making noise, the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
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, mom's funeral don't even show there
It'll be a double 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 kats never cross me
But crossed 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
get trifle, catch the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking just you
Don't toot, 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 your sold
Like bad heads that fold at war, anything
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya stop
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, y'all
K... R... S......