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 know we get

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

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

Lord show and prove the rules I kick
Makin' move, no matter how smooth it get
Or how rigid, still get it
I kill wicked motherfuckers with the 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 from the
Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, it down Serge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall the season
So stage left 'cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You battle? Here's what 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 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 some you don't wanna get your ass in
So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the fashion

Feel the wind blow your hair
My aim is square on backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the shift
Just enough time for me to hit 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 casual 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, you're waitin' and
Peace to Courtland, Ave, wheelnose in

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

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
In the with my boys, you know we get busy