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
this, like this y'all

[Verse One: Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a throat, put a bullet through his hat
With his 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, move that, Truck coming through
Run up in your spot, out, raising two gats
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 spit this, Kris hit

Yo... if it's all the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s
Don't stop and switch a temple, 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, debates
When you know damn well that your title 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 rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing
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 your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at
Still number one for fun, kill one
your bugging son
Look I cut tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will you better son
Go and tell your mum I took a out of your bum
you want 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 you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Rock, ain't nothing funny

[Truck
Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a
duck, dropped your face, pick it up, shook 'em up
Automatic - 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 through Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That night I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the
parts chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my block noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to spit
Me and you, getting it on? Don't go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be nowhere
Oh yeah, mom's funeral don't even show there
be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
hold me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me
But they crossed the line, I show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you 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 like you
Don't toot, when you 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 shit sold
Like bad heads that at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode what

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