Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

[Verse Truck Turner]
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 Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! through his teeth, nigga true that
You in my way, move that, coming through that
Run up in your spot, out, raising two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
sentence, we doom with consistence
Be the witness, let me spit this, hit this

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't stop and a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to this whole
If I'm the God of rap and you battling me, you
And that's why you hating, debates
When you know well that 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 living Hip Hop
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got time
To many rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so I'm flowing rhymes
I shine, simply 'cause 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
number one for fun, kill another one
Battle your son
I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the proper one, this ass-whipping 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
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 your
Put cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing

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

Where's the money for 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
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my block noise, keep the shit down
I you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
Once I it to you, you won't be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your funeral don't even show there
It'll be a 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
Don't hold me back, get off me, these kats never cross me
But crossed the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is 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 niggaz looking just like you
toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I squeeze you reload till this whole shit can
I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads 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......