Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put childish things
And get the teachers and the kings
K-R-S... Turner...
It To The Cypher
Like this, like y'all

One: Truck 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 chest back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga that
You in my way, move that, Truck coming through
Run up in spot, come out, raising two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
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 it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and 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 will 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 son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You Hip Hop son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To kick rhymes, big time, all time
it to you over time, so when I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
Battle your 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 simply jam, not that I give a
Let me tell you who I am, ask your buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing

[Truck
Nigga what, let me my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped 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 single, get it out, give it up
coming through Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my block making noise, keep the down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the shit
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to rounds
Me and you, it on? Don't even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be nowhere
Oh yeah, mom's funeral don't even show there
It'll be a double dukes, when the smoke clears
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' is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm bout to him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more niggaz just like you
Don't toot, when you me squeeze off the cycles
I you load (I squeeze you reload)
I you reload till this whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads fold at war, anything goes
us, broke the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what

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