Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

[Verse One: 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 dat? Got his blew 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, raising two
Move back, give a 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 switch a temple, work and build 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, creating
you know damn well that your title will be taken

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You think you all that
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You only got
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 time
To kick many rhymes, big time, all
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
in the chime, in your mind, you fall behind
Picking up your 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 tell 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 buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you double up your
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't nothing

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

Where's the money for this single, get it out, 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
up on my block making noise, keep the shit down
I you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
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 save
Oh yeah, mom's funeral don't even show there
be a double burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but 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 crossed the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the of the rifle
Fuck you, more niggaz looking just like you
Don't toot, when you hear me squeeze off the
I squeeze you (I squeeze you reload)
I squeeze you reload this whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad that fold at war, anything goes
Made us, 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......