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

[Verse One: Truck
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 deal new jack? Who dat? Got his chest back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga true
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
Run up in your spot, come out, two gats
Move back, give a room, let me hit this
Way back, up in the womb, I was with this
Every sentence, we with 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 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 battling me, you
And that's why you hating, creating
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 Hip Hop son?
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 flowing
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
Picking up your skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
Battle bugging son
Look I cut your tongue, KRS-One is done
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 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 tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

[Truck
Nigga what, let me change my style up, in a
Nigga duck, dropped face, pick it up, shook 'em up
fire - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, it up

Where's the for this single, get it out, give it up
Blastmaster's coming Truck, what

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get
up on my block making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to rounds
Me and you, getting it on? Don't even go
Once I bring it to you, you be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's don't even show there
It'll be a double dukes, when the smoke clears
you like a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally
Stay on my good side, my bad side, I
Don't me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the
Fuck you, until more niggaz just like you
Don't toot, you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I you load (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this shit can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your sold
bad heads that fold at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, another Bronx nigga what

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