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

One: Truck Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a throat, put a bullet through his hat
With his attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga that
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
Run up in spot, come out, raising two gats
Move back, give a room, let me hit this
Way back, up in the womb, I was with this
Every sentence, we doom with
Be the witness, let me spit this, hit this

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't stop and 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 me, you Satan
And why you hating, creating debates
When you know damn well that your title will be

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You you all that 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
Taking it to you time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
I shine, simply 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I
Bring in the chime, in mind, you fall behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I 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, ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and tell your mum I took a bite out of bum
Anytime you it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never running up on it, you 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 nothing

[Truck
Nigga what, let me change my up, in a rough
Nigga duck, your face, pick it up, shook 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, it out, give 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 fo'-fo' bark, right off the dark
Body chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I it to you, you won't be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your funeral don't even show there
be a double burial dukes, when 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, these kats never cross me
But they crossed the line, I gotta 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking like you
Don't toot, you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload till whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad that fold at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx nigga what

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