Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

And Flex couldn't save you, if he dropped a bomb 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 chasin after
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
red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, itchin to 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get down to
We could shoot up soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two to kill
We want 5 mil in a private jet so peel

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

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

I run up in Da Cypha, heavily armed endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing figures way to the
Out of your reach, like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a bar stroke, an ace of spades
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 wanna see the
When my sixth sense start flowin, I bless like water
I don't wanna die 'cause I'm my daddy's 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 will you
Your whole click is on the run, now would you it all
the night shifters, me, I'm a cipher drifter
My sixteen is up, so peace to the mixes

Keys they goin in the

Fiends they don't a uh

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

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

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

in the house when you hear

It means the murder's outside you

Where the real at you hear

Honey who with the gats you hear

Yo talk crap man

Just 'cause your wit you man

'Cause both o gon go man

To a place no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, dope

Marie Antoinette in the back the techs

Y'all know the Refugee Camp