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...
It To The Cypher
Like this, like y'all

[Verse One: Truck
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
With his head
What's the new jack? Who dat? Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, true that
You in my way, that, Truck coming through that
Run up in your spot, come out, two gats
Move back, give a room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
Every sentence, we doom consistence
Be the witness, let me this, Kris hit this

Yo... if it's all the hundreds, let's 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 that's why you hating, creating
When you know damn well that your title be taken

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You you all that son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You only got
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 over time, so when I'm rhymes
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, 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, ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and tell your mum I a bite out of your 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 a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

[Truck
what, let me change my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, 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
parts chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my block making noise, keep the down
I cripple you, up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit
aimed at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go
Once I bring it to you, you be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your funeral don't even show there
It'll be a double burial dukes, the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but I'll you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
hold me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me
But crossed the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz looking like you
toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit
Like bad heads fold 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......