Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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
In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your flexin'
Step correct to the brother with the complexion
6' 1", two and cocked 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 cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy

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

Snagglepuss, I make a fall like the season
So exit stage left 'cos you on my level, leaf
You battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
His wife became a 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 all the flunkies you roll with
So I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit"

You want more so here we go, how my rap flow
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 in the wrong fashion

Feel the wind through your hair
My aim is square on backbone
You're home and your mom work the double shift
Just 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 type of nigga that'll 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 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 with
This is X and I'm straight the Rule

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