Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get

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

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

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

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

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 way we know how to get niggas
Rhymes belimminent like a scholarship

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

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

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

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

Yes, Mr.Intellect and sex in the
I'm than the hair on your girl's chest
Manny one verse, time come in
My cafi in the when 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 they're pork skin

I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch murder flexin'
Step correct to the brother 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 cipher with my boys, you we get busy
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

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
Rearrange 'em up, in other words I 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall the season
So exit stage 'cos you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what to the last kid
His became 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 like mudwrestlin'
So bring all the flunkies you with
So I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit"

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

Feel the wind blow your hair
My aim is on your backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the double
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 the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, check it
Anticipation, you're and waitin'
to Courtland, Ave, Teepee wheelnose in

Satan, the early bird, aiyo my word
My man, with the 'erb 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 cipher my boys, you know we get busy
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy