Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The Clef is back with adjustments
camp
Turn it up! Turn it up! 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 stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and
Time and treatin, Air One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for
My man Johnny Handsome, to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, get down to business
We could shoot up soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two to kill
We like 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme C after mean figures, ask my lil nigga
back in the days, before he was raised
Ain't nobody fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, shoot your posse
Nigga you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by
Whoever murder 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 hide from accomplice
Yo, we break bread, heads, my people shake feds
and scramble, F what your man do
It's all this husltin game, muscle and fame
Tussles in rain, take aim, you with game
My is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remain able, with guns aimed at you

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

I run up in Da Cypha, armed with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with charm, extending my arm
figures way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal
Freeze, a bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade when I think I'm played
Made woman, you in bed with the same woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the
When my sixth start flowin, I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die 'cause I'm my daddy's only
But yo, sometimes I see the writin on the
You know the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the
Close frames in the hall, will you stand or will you
whole click is on the run, now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'm a drifter
My sixteen bars is up, so peace to the

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

31st, I was standing 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 spoke English but the gun language was
Ran in the store, spoke to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a feezy from
Ran back outside, just before I could say another
Threw the in the bushes, runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in
in the crib thinkin bout what I just did
I'm a police of defense but I'm to catch this bid
My hypothesis was right, they knocked the door,
Like a super in the projects wantin rent
Just when I thought I get my straight in the states
Is when I found myself 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 kick the door
No, honor, that must be some 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 Underground "humpty hump"
Feel the comin through your elephant trunks
I ain't even Kross my clothes yet
And yet wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they give a uh

Stay in the house when you

It means the outside you hear

Where the real killers at you

Honey who chill with the gats you

Yo don't crap man

Just 'cause girl's wit you man

'Cause o y'all gon go man

To a where no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, kinda

Marie Antoinette in the back with the

Y'all know the flavor Camp