Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

And Flex couldn't save you, even if he dropped a in this
You still gon be found in a
My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin
I'm a fiend for the S-500, I it
to stay high 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, marksmen
Salutin, confederates, rhyme and reason
and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to 'em
I'm like up, wait a minute, let's get down to business
We shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they give a uh

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

Stay in the house when you

It means the murder's you hear

Where the killers at you hear

Honey who chill with the gats you

Yo don't talk man

Just 'cause girl's wit you man

'Cause both o gon go man

To a place where no man man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, kinda

Marie in the back with the techs

Y'all know the flavor Refugee