Luyện nghe bài hát Da Cypha

Yo 1, 2, 1, 2
The is back with some adjustments
Refugee
it up! Turn it up! Turn it up
Yo, you see them right there, they goin in the car

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

And Flex save you, even if he dropped a bomb in this
You still gon be in a ditch
My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin
I'm a for the S-500, I want it
to stay high and blunted, but all that had to stop
Chick me, be chasin after cops
And they don't stop at my block the Diallo shootin
Soldiers in waitin, recruitin
Salutin, thug confederates, and reason
and treatin, Air Force One we leavin
Panama red, holdin 52 hands for
My man Handsome, itchin to cancel 'em
I'm like hold up, wait a minute, let's get to business
We could shoot up everything as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two to kill
We like 5 mil in a private jet so peel

Supreme C been after mean figures, ask my lil
Since back in the days, he was raised
nobody puttin fear in my heart, who need a jumpstart
My art sharp, your posse apart
Nigga you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, by done
come murder fest, one of the best
I'm gettin assets, collect ass bets, squat by address
I come to kick it wit you, walk stickin wit you
Why try to hide accomplice vibe
Yo, we break bread, break heads, my people feds
and scramble, F what your man do
It's all about this game, muscle and fame
Tussles in rain, aim, blush you with game
My is unexplainable, switch, changeable
And I remain able, with bigger guns aimed at you

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

I run up in Da Cypha, heavily with endless bars of metaphoric harm
A python with poisonous charm, my arm
Pushing way to the back
Out of your reach, excessive like Fatal
Freeze, a bar stroke, an ace of spades
I'll kiss you wit a blade I think I'm gettin played
Made woman, you never in bed with the same
You say you want it, you don't see the omen
When my sense start flowin, I bless like holy water
I don't wanna die I'm my daddy's only daughter
But yo, sometimes I see the on the wall
You the ghetto testaments, the shootouts, the brawls
Close frames in the hall, you stand or will you fall
Your click is on the run, now would you tell it all
About the night shifters, me, I'm a cipher
My sixteen is up, so peace to the mixes

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends don't give a uh

Keys goin in the trunk

Fiends they give a uh

October 31st, I was by the sour
These thugs don't wanna talk, they want these Pumas I bought
outta school, picked on 'cause I'm bilingual
I barely English but the gun language was universal
Ran in the grocery store, spoke to
He said, you have problems, a feezy from Israel
Ran back outside, just I could say another homicide
the biscuit in the bushes, runnin like Jesse Owens
Police showed up, but I was nowhere in
Back in the crib thinkin bout what I did
I'm a police of but I'm bound to catch this bid
My was right, they knocked the door, homie
Like a super in the projects rent money
Just when I I get my life straight in the states
Is when I found myself down the fire escape
found in Virginia, under the dumpsters, no
18 Shell cases in front of the sto'
the scene of the crime before y'all kick the door
No, your honor, that must be old rhyme that I wrote
And sometime, man, they misinterpretate it
For example, when I say gun, I my pen and paper
And everytime I wave and the crowd jump
'Cause I'm Digital Underground like "humpty hump"
Feel the funk comin through elephant trunks
I even Kriss Kross my clothes yet
And yet wanna "Jump, Jump" in Da Cypha, "Jump, Jump"
You in Da

Keys they in the trunk

Fiends they don't a uh

Stay in the house you hear

It means the murder's you hear

Where the real killers at you

Honey who chill the gats you hear

Yo don't crap man

Just 'cause your wit you man

'Cause o y'all gon go man

To a where no man knows man

Femme fatale,

Supreme C, kinda

Marie Antoinette in the back with the

Y'all know the Refugee Camp