Luyện nghe bài hát Bring It To The Cypher

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

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

Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, try to get two 50s
Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and a city
You see the equation, to this situation?
If I'm the God of rap and you me, you Satan
And that's why you hating, debates
When you know damn well your title will be taken

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You you all that son?
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 KRS-One]
Yo... daytime, nighttime, anytime, I got plenty
To many rhymes, big time, all time
Taking it to you over time, so I'm flowing rhymes
Bright I shine, simply I'm
Lyrically be kicking out the rhyme, till I climb
Bring in the chime, in your mind, you behind
Picking up your rhyming skill, I am fulfilled, when I kill at
number one for fun, kill another one
Battle your 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 bite out of bum
you want it, doggone it, yo put me on it
Never up on it, you never disappointed, get on it
I simply jam, not I give a damn
Let me tell you who I am, ask your buddy
Put your on Kris, I bet you double up your money
You can call me Chris Rock, ain't funny

Turner]
Nigga what, let me my style up, in a rough
Nigga duck, dropped your face, pick it up, 'em up
Automatic - Brrrrrrrruh! Brrrrrrrruh!
All up in the party, it out, give it up

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

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[Verse Truck Turner]
That I let the fo'-fo' bark, spark right off the dark
Body chalked, where we live, how we get down
Come up on my block making noise, keep the down
I you, pull up a wheelchair, permanent sit-down
fit now, now clown, who the shit now?
Fo'-fo' at your dome, bout to spit rounds
Me and you, getting it on? even go there
I bring it to you, you won't be save nowhere
Oh yeah, your mom's don't even show there
It'll be a burial dukes, when the smoke clears
Love you like a brother, but kill you if you rally
Stay on my side, my bad side, I annihilate
Don't hold me back, get off me, told these kats 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, style, I'm bout to blow him
Dudes get trifle, the barrel of the rifle
Fuck you, until more looking just like you
toot, when you hear me squeeze off the cycles
I squeeze you (I squeeze you reload)
I you reload till this whole shit can roll
I'm from, that's the code, BDP got your shit sold
Like bad heads fold at war, anything goes
Made us, the mold, another Bronx episode nigga what

2X]

Truck... Turner... express, ya stop
K... R... S......
Truck... Turner... express, c'mon
K... R... S......