Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy

First up the nuts up, what's up?
To the niggas the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm at another crime scene
Committed by the brothers on rhyme team

freestylin' in a cipher, might take the life of MCs
If you're we got the right to seize
He's like Ultra, know your culture
Motherfuckers don't so they won't grow

Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I
Makin' niggas move, no matter how it get
Or how rigid, still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the that I structures

In my third eye, you heard I
Study math a mathmatician
See of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the town
Of the rule, you got the urge, bust it down Serge

You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just
another dimension, did I mention
That funky, that's the only way we how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a partial

But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I
Leave you like the washin' machine before it stop
Goin' all out, have to seal these motherfuckers
On a mission from Cleveland, it from outta state

So yourself because it's on full scale
I heard some put to bail down to New Rochelle
Now Rule, that's where we and we plot
On the late night, blunted in the with Sadat

And we discussin' your demise, it's gonna come
Sure as the sun's rise, send me the drum
And Serge is off a shot from the mental insight
Air tight, a worker from cradle to gravesite

I feel lick a pum, pum, push up on the one
I'll bad, bad and no run
Flatbush style, and solo jam
Like Han Solo man

Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the
I'm rougher the hair on your girl's chest
Manny one verse, time come in
My cafi in the scab they go flurry

You don't me, your style can't burn me
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and
My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with
After, Thanksgiving then eatin' pork skin

I don't a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin'
correct to the brother with the dark complexion
6' 1", two weaving and cocked
You can see that is curly, ain't no fuckin' up like you baby, see

In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy

When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to
Even the hard will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what about my style, ooh, child, I 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in other I change 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga like the season
So exit stage left 'cos you ain't on my level,
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the kid
His wife a widow and his kids became bastards

In the rap profession, I'm not the one for
I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like
So bring all the flunkies you with
So when I set it on your ache, you all be "Oh shit"

You want more so here we go, peep how my rap
I'll have ass sneakin' out the backdoor
This is trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong

Feel the wind through your hair
My aim is square on backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the double
Just enough for me to hit that off

"Bounce on a nigga" my man Wop
to the squad, one-eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
I'm the type of that'll walk down the street
On casual shit, even my kid could flip

me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, it
Anticipation, you're waitin' and
Peace to Courtland, Ave, wheelnose in

Satan, the bird, aiyo that's my word
My man, Joon with the to the moon
Eh, Shawn Black, nigga, ya at?
No type of or a nigga with enphysema
This is X and I'm from the Rule

In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get