Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

Every in a while
You got to put aside childish
And get with the teachers and the
K-R-S... Turner...
It To The Cypher
Like this, like y'all

[Verse One: Truck
I'm at the end of my rope, I'm to snap
Cut a throat, put a bullet through his hat
With his head
What's the deal new jack? Who dat? Got his blew back
Clak! Clak! Bullet through his teeth, nigga that
You in my way, move that, Truck through that
Run up in spot, come out, raising two gats
Move back, a nigga room, let me hit this
Way back, since up in the womb, I was this
Every sentence, we doom consistence
Be the witness, let me this, Kris hit this

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
stop and switch a temple, let's work and build a city
You see the equation, to whole situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you me, you Satan
And that's why you hating, creating
When you know damn well that your title be taken

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You think you all that
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You got platinum?
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You think you got props
IT TO THE CYPHER!
You living Hip Hop
IT TO THE CYPHER!

[Verse Two:
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To many rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so when I'm flowing
Bright I shine, 'cause I'm
be kicking out the tighter rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at will
Still number one for fun, another one
Battle bugging son
I cut your tongue, KRS-One is never done
I am the one, this ass-whipping will make you better son
Go and tell your mum I took a out of your bum
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never running up on it, you disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not I give a damn
Let me you who I am, just ask your buddy
Put cash on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, nothing funny

[Truck
Nigga what, let me change my up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped face, pick it up, shook 'em up
Automatic - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, clip it out, it up

Where's the money for this single, get it out, it up
Blastmaster's coming through Truck,

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[Verse Three: Turner]
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body parts chalked, where we live, how we get
Come up on my block making noise, keep the shit
I you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
Perfect fit now, now clown, who the now?
Fo'-fo' aimed at your dome, bout to rounds
Me and you, it on? Don't even go there
Once I bring it to you, you be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's funeral don't even there
It'll be a double burial dukes, when the smoke
Love you like a brother, but I'll you if you rally
Stay on my good side, my bad side, I
Don't me back, get off me, told these kats never cross me
But they the line, I gotta show 'em
My fo'-fo' snub is what I owe 'em, Kris you know (Nah)
Ice pick, adequate style, I'm to blow him
Dudes get trifle, catch the barrel of the
Fuck you, until more niggaz just like you
Don't toot, when you hear me off the cycles
I you load (I squeeze you reload)
I you reload till this whole shit can roll
Where I'm from, that's the code, BDP got shit sold
bad heads that fold at war, anything goes
Made us, broke the mold, Bronx episode nigga what

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Truck... Turner... express, ya don't
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, c'mon
K... R... S......