Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every once in a
You got to put aside childish
And get with the and the kings
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 new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, move that, Truck coming that
Run up in your spot, come out, raising two
Move back, give a room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was with
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 stop and switch a temple, let's and build a city
You see the equation, to whole situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you me, you Satan
And why you hating, creating debates
When you know damn well 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 Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got time
To many rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm rhymes
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, I climb
in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at
number one for fun, kill another one
Battle bugging son
Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never
I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will make you son
Go and tell mum I took a bite out of your bum
Anytime you want it, it, yo put me on it
running 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 money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

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

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark 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?
Fo'-fo' aimed at dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? 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 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 never cross me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
you, until more niggaz looking just like you
Don't toot, you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your sold
Like bad heads that fold at war, goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga

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Truck... Turner... express, ya don't
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, y'all
K... R... S......