Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put aside things
And get the teachers and the kings
K-R-S... Turner...
Bring It To The
Like this, this y'all

[Verse One: Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new Who dat? Got his chest blew back
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, give a nigga room, let me hit
Way back, up in the womb, I was with this
Every sentence, we doom with
Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit

Yo... if all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s
stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to whole situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
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 that
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 KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
it to you over time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall
Picking up your 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 ass-whipping make you better son
Go and tell your mum I a bite out of your bum
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never running up on it, you disappointed, get on it
I jam, not that I give a damn
Let me tell you who I am, ask your buddy
Put cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, nothing funny

[Truck
Nigga what, let me my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped 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
coming through Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the
Body chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, to spit rounds
Me and you, it on? Don't even go there
I bring it to you, you won't be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral 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
on my good 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 snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
you, until more niggaz looking just like you
Don't toot, when you hear me off the cycles
I you load (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole can roll
I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad that fold at war, anything goes
us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya stop
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, c'mon
K... R... S......