Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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
In the cipher my boys, you know we get busy

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

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

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

In my third eye, know you I
math like a mathmatician
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 I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud we just twistin'
From dimension, did I mention
funky, that's 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 spinnin' like the washin' machine it stop
Goin' all out, have to seal these fate
On a mission Cleveland, ridin' it from outta state

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

And we discussin' your demise, know it's gonna
Sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the
And Serge is buckin' off a from the mental insight
Air tight, a worker 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
beep Han Solo man

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

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

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

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

When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to
Even the hard will be yellin' "That's enough"
But what about my style, ooh, child, I 'em up
Rearrange 'em up, in other I change 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga like the season
So exit stage left you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the 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 dirty 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
I'll have your ass sneakin' out the
This is some 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 on your backbone
You're home alone and mom work the double shift
Just 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 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, waitin' and waitin'
Peace to Courtland, Ave, wheelnose in

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

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
In the cipher with my boys, you know we get