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 Refugees right 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 in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be banks
I'm a fiend for the S-500, I it
Used to stay high and blunted, but all had to stop
Chick me, be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo
in waitin, marksmen recruitin
Salutin, confederates, rhyme and reason
Time and treatin, Air One we leavin
red, holdin 52 hands for ransom
My man Johnny Handsome, to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, get down to business
We could shoot up everything as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two to kill
We want 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme C after 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 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, collect ass bets, squat by your
I come to kick it wit you, beans stickin wit you
Why try to hide accomplice vibe
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, blush you game
My is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I stay able, with bigger guns aimed at you

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

I run up in Da Cypha, heavily armed endless bars of metaphoric harm
A with poisonous charm, extending my arm
Pushing way to the back
Out of reach, excessive like Fatal Attract
Freeze, a renegade bar stroke, an ace of
I'll kiss you wit a when I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed the same woman
You say you want it, you don't see the omen
my sixth sense start flowin, I bless like holy 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 in the hall, will you stand or will you fall
Your whole click is on the run, now you tell 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 in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

October 31st, I was standing by the
These thugs don't wanna talk, they these Pumas I just bought
Fresh outta school, picked on 'cause I'm
I barely spoke English but the gun language was
Ran in the grocery store, to Gabriel
He said, you have problems, here's a from Israel
Ran back outside, just before I 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 was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a in the projects wantin rent money
Just when I I get my life straight in the states
Is I found myself climbin down the fire escape
Bodies found in Virginia, the dumpsters, no
18 Shell cases in front of the grocery
Flee the scene of the crime before y'all the door
No, your honor, that be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime, man, they it
For example, when I say gun, I mean my pen and
And I wave and spit the crowd jump
I'm still Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through your elephant
I ain't Kriss Kross my clothes yet
And yet wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

Stay in the house 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 girl's wit you man

'Cause o y'all gon go man

To a place no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, dope

Marie Antoinette in the with the techs

Y'all know the flavor Refugee