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

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

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

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

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

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

But my so heavy it make 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 Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get
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
the hard niggas will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what my style, ooh, child, I switch 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in other words I 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a fall like the season
So exit stage left 'cos you ain't on my level,
You wanna battle? 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 mudwrestlin'
So all the flunkies you roll with
So when I set it on ache, you all be like "Oh shit"

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

the wind blow through your hair
My aim is square on backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the shift
enough time 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 nigga walk down the street
On some shit, even my kid could flip

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

Satan, the early bird, aiyo my word
My man, Joon with the to the moon
Eh, Black, nigga, where ya at?
No type of or a nigga with enphysema
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 we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get