Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put childish things
And get with the 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 to snap
Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
his head attached
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, that, Truck coming through that
Run up in your spot, come out, raising two
Move back, give a nigga room, let me hit
Way back, since up in the womb, I was with
Every sentence, we doom consistence
Be the witness, let me spit this, Kris hit

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

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You think you all son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You only got
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You think you got son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You living Hip Hop
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got time
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
Taking it to you time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you fall
Picking up rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still one for fun, kill another one
your bugging son
Look I cut tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the proper one, this will make you better son
Go and your 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 simply jam, not that I give a
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 my style up, in a rough
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 money for this single, get it out, it up
Blastmaster's coming 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 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 dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be save
Oh yeah, your funeral don't even show there
It'll be a double burial dukes, when the smoke
Love you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you
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, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz just like you
Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the
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 fold at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, Bronx episode nigga what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya stop
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, y'all
K... R... S......