Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

One: Truck Turner]
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm bout to
Cut a nigga throat, put a bullet his hat
With his head
What's the deal new Who dat? Got his chest blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, true that
You in my way, move that, coming through that
Run up in your spot, out, raising two gats
Move back, give a nigga room, let me hit
Way back, since up in the womb, I was with
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
stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to this 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 that your title be taken

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You you all that son?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You got platinum?
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 over time, so when I'm flowing
I shine, simply 'cause I'm
Lyrically be out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in mind, you fall behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I at will
Still number one for fun, kill one
your bugging son
Look I cut tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the proper one, this ass-whipping will you better son
Go and your 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 a damn
Let me tell you who I am, just ask buddy
Put your cash on Kris, I bet you up your money
You can me Chris Rock, ain't nothing funny

[Truck
Nigga what, let me change my 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 for this single, get it out, give it up
Blastmaster's coming Truck, what

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[Verse Three: Truck
That night I let the bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, we live, how we get down
Come up on my making noise, keep the shit down
I cripple you, pull up a wheelchair, sit-down
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, to spit rounds
Me and you, it on? Don't even go there
Once I bring it to you, you won't be nowhere
Oh yeah, your funeral don't even show there
It'll be a double burial dukes, when the clears
Love you a brother, but I'll kill you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats cross me
But they crossed the line, I show 'em
My snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know him? (Nah)
Ice pick, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more looking just like you
toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you load (I you reload)
I you reload till this whole shit can roll
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 episode what

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