Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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

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

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

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

In my eye, know you heard I
Study math like a
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods the town
Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it Serge

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

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

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

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

I feel a shot pum, pum, push up on the one
bad, bad and I'll no run
Original Flatbush style, and jam
beep Han Solo man

Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the
I'm rougher than the hair on your chest
Maestro one verse, time come in
My cafi in the scab when they go

You don't concern me, your can't burn me
You's as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
My steelo fat like girlfriend, pregnant with twins
After, Thanksgiving then they're pork skin

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

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

When the corrupt in my mind starts to erupt
Even the niggas will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what my style, ooh, child, I switch 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in words I change 'em up

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

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

You want more so here we go, how my rap flow
I'll have your ass out the backdoor
This is some trouble you wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion

Feel the wind blow your hair
My aim is on your backbone
You're home and your mom work the double shift
enough time for me to hit that off

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

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

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

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