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 right there, they 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 bomb in
You still gon be found in a
My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin
I'm a for the S-500, I want it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all that had to
Chick like me, be after cops
And don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, marksmen
Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and
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 up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to
We want 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme C been after 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, your posse apart
Nigga you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, by done
Whoever murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by your
I come to kick it wit you, walk stickin wit you
Why try to from accomplice vibe
Yo, we bread, break heads, my people shake feds
Gamble and scramble, F what man do
It's all about husltin game, muscle and fame
in rain, take aim, blush you with game
My is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay remain able, with bigger guns at you

Keys goin 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 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 with the woman
You say you want it, you don't wanna see the
When my sixth sense flowin, I bless like holy water
I wanna 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 or will you fall
Your 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 to the mixes

Keys goin in the trunk

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 talk, they want these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, on 'cause I'm bilingual
I barely spoke English but the gun language was
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to
He said, you have problems, here's a from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I say another homicide
Threw the in the bushes, runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in
Back in the crib bout what I just did
I'm a police of defense but I'm bound to this bid
My hypothesis was right, knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects rent money
Just when I I get my life straight in the states
Is when I myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia, 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 old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime, man, misinterpretate it
For example, when I say gun, I my pen and paper
And everytime I and spit the crowd jump
I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the comin through your elephant trunks
I even Kriss Kross my clothes yet
And yet y'all "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

Stay in the when you hear

It the murder's outside you hear

Where the killers at you hear

Honey who chill the gats you hear

Yo talk crap man

Just 'cause your wit you man

'Cause o y'all gon go man

To a place no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, kinda

Marie Antoinette in the with the techs

Y'all know the flavor Camp