Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is with some adjustments
camp
Turn it up! Turn it up! it up
Yo, you see them right there, they goin in the car

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

And Flex couldn't save you, even if he dropped a in this
You gon be found in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin
I'm a fiend for the S-500, I it
Used to stay and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick like me, be after cops
And they don't stop at my block the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, recruitin
Salutin, confederates, rhyme and reason
and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for
My man Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, a minute, let's get down to business
We could shoot up everything soon as the deal is
Blah, blah, I got two hours to
We like 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme C been mean figures, ask my lil nigga
back in the days, before he was raised
Ain't nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a
My art sharp, shoot your posse
take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by
Whoever come murder fest, one of the
I'm assets, collect ass bets, squat by your address
I come to it wit you, walk beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide accomplice vibe
Yo, we bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what man do
all about this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussles in rain, take aim, blush you game
My is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I remain able, with bigger guns aimed at you

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

I run up in Da Cypha, heavily armed with endless bars of metaphoric
A python with poisonous charm, my arm
Pushing figures way to the
Out of your reach, excessive Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm gettin
Made woman, you never in bed with the woman
You say you want it, you don't see the omen
When my sixth sense start flowin, I bless like holy
I don't die 'cause I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, I see the writin on the wall
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the
Close in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
whole click is on the run, now would you tell it all
About the shifters, me, I'm a cipher drifter
My bars is up, so peace to the mixes

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

Keys they goin in the

Fiends don't give a uh

October 31st, I was by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk, they want these I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on I'm bilingual
I spoke English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I say another homicide
Threw the biscuit in the bushes, runnin like Jesse
Police up, but I was nowhere in existence
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I did
I'm a of defense but I'm bound to catch this bid
My was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects rent money
when I thought I get my life straight in the states
Is when I myself climbin down the fire escape
found in Virginia, under the dumpsters, no
18 Shell in front of the grocery sto'
Flee the scene of the before y'all kick the door
No, your honor, that must be some old rhyme I wrote
And lyrics sometime, man, misinterpretate it
For example, when I say gun, I mean my pen and
And everytime I and spit the crowd jump
'Cause I'm still Digital like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin your elephant trunks
I ain't even Kriss my clothes yet
And yet y'all "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da

Keys they goin in the

Fiends don't give a uh

Stay in the house you hear

It means the murder's you hear

Where the killers at you hear

Honey who with the gats you hear

Yo don't talk man

Just 'cause your wit you man

'Cause o y'all gon go man

To a place where no man man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, dope

Marie in the back with the techs

Y'all know the flavor Refugee