Luyện nghe bài hát Step Into Da Cipher

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

First up it's the up, what's up?
To the niggas from the
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm at another crime scene
Committed by the brothers on this team

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

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

In my third eye, you heard I
Study math a mathmatician
See half of y'all you could sound like 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 another dimension, did I
That funky, that's the only way we know how to get
Rhymes like a partial scholarship

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

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

And we discussin' your demise, it's gonna come
Sure as the 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 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 girl's
Maestro Manny one verse, time in
My cafi in the scab they go flurry

You concern me, your style can't burn me
You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, and Ernie
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 correct to the with the dark complexion
6' 1", two and cocked diesel
You can see that hair is curly, no fuckin' up like you baby, see

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 with my boys, you know we get busy

When the corrupt stuff in my mind 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 words I change 'em up

Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall the season
So exit stage left 'cos you on my level, leaf
You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the kid
His wife became a widow and his became bastards

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

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

the wind blow through your hair
My aim is on your backbone
You're home alone and your mom work the 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 that'll walk the street
On some casual shit, my kid could flip

me on the Wop tape, ban, hit 'em
Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get 'em, it
Anticipation, you're waitin' and
Peace to Courtland, Ave, wheelnose in

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

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