Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

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

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

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they give a uh

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

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they give a uh

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they don't a uh

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

It means the murder's outside you

Where the real killers at you

Honey who with the gats you hear

Yo don't talk man

Just your girl's wit you man

'Cause both o gon go man

To a where no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, kinda

Marie Antoinette in the with the techs

Y'all know the Refugee Camp