Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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

First up 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 this rhyme

Just in a cipher, might 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 won't

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

In my eye, know you heard I
Study like a mathmatician
See half of y'all wishin you could like the gods from the town
Of the rule, you ain't got the urge, it down 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
belimminent like a partial scholarship

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't give a fuck about section, just watch your murder flexin'
Step correct to the brother with the dark
6' 1", two weaving and 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 cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the cipher with my boys, you we get busy
In the with my boys, you know we get busy

When the stuff in my mind starts to erupt
Even the hard 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 nigga fall like the
So exit stage left you ain't on my level, leaf
You wanna Here's 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 I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin'
So bring all the flunkies you with
So when I set it on your ache, you all be "Oh shit"

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

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

Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my
My man, with the 'erb to the moon
Eh, Black, nigga, where 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 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 with my boys, you know we get