Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the with 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 from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime
Committed by the brothers on rhyme team

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

Lord Jamar and prove the rules I kick
Makin' 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
Study math like a
See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the gods from the
Of the rule, you got the urge, bust it down Serge

You know I smoke it like the 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 like a partial

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

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

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 the mental insight
Air tight, throw a worker cradle to gravesite

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

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

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

I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your flexin'
Step correct to the 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 with 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 we get busy

When the corrupt stuff in my 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 other words I 'em up

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

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

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

Feel the wind blow your hair
My aim is square on your
You're home and your mom work the double shift
Just enough 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 casual shit, even my kid 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, wheelnose in

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

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