Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put aside childish
And get with the teachers and the
K-R-S... Turner...
Bring It To The
Like this, like this

[Verse One: Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a nigga throat, put a through his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
Run up in spot, come out, raising two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, up in the womb, I was with this
sentence, we doom with consistence
Be the witness, let me spit this, 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 whole
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
And that's why you hating, debates
When you know well that your title will be taken

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You think you all that
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 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 tighter rhyme, I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
Picking up rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still one for fun, kill another one
your bugging son
Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never
I am the proper one, this will make you better son
Go and tell mum I took a bite out of your bum
Anytime you it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I jam, not that I give a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your
You can call me Chris Rock, nothing funny

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

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

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[Verse Three: Truck
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
up on my block making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, it on? Don't even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be save
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't show there
It'll be a double burial dukes, the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but kill you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these never cross me
But crossed 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, catch the barrel of the
Fuck you, more niggaz 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 shit can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got shit sold
Like bad heads fold at war, anything goes
Made us, 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......