Luyện nghe bài hát Blows to The Temple

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We can go, toe to toe with the blows to the
(Not)
Not the Temple of Doom, so make
For the Caravan
(Who you with?)
The B-Boys, Immenslope, Twilit Tone, Derrick and then
I don't get rid of faces

While marks be lookin' hard and they be beggin'
have too many cases and now they got courage
Sorta like Goldilocks tryin' to take porridge
But I got the story
the name, I got rep, don't dare sleep
Slept and got,
An AC, DC went up the wall we mount
Now came the Common, the Common Sense

And now the out
(Boom)
A blackout, power
I ain't the King, but I got a whale of blows
Uppercuts jabs hits and hey
'Cuz I'm weird, call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
And I break a Bean, but I'm not from
I'm stronger, and faster, Steve Austin

Common'll the camera movin', I'm kinda fast
I'm a town called, "Fresh off a niggaz ass"
And I'm about to go on Stephanie Mills
You must be poppin' pills, tryin' to to me
to the left of me, we got the U A C
(Whattup)

And comin' up to the of me, we got the U A C
(Come on)
And in of me, yo we got the U A C
And in front of me is a man G
(Baw)
We hit 'em

Kick it, a duck to buck, but the vic got vicked
So I picked him, another victim of a circumstance
He did a like Ali
(Say what?)
But he floated a water fly and stung like a C
Ya see, I ain't out here, tryin' to be a
Nor am I pretendin' to be a two-shoes
(Word is bond)

That I got big homes
And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the
Here to a, ooh shit, up in the sky
You watch out, I'm tellin' you why
Common Sense is breaking, down, ah, follow me now
Yo, Common Sense is breaking, marks
Uhh, it, check it, check it
I huff and I and I blow
(What?)

The motherfuckin' house down, I guess you didn't
Home skillet, ya been?
Are you the boy in the bubble?
Ooh, you in
A tisket, a tasket, gonna get your ass kicked
You better know what's in my jacket, the basket
Oh, goddamn child, I mean drastic
You end up on a stretched 'cuz I stretch you like

Fuck me
(You end up the in the casket)
You ass pussy nigga, sucker duck bastard
(Yo Common, down, you got's to calm down)
This Grape to step to me with his arms down
number one, when you're ready to throw
Never up talkin', that's like tryin' to pitch, but you're balkin'
And I'ma steal first, hide the base, but you

You can call me Pencil Petey the marks I erase
In case of emergency, it's urgent see, you see a doctor
You tried to Gamble, but I'm the
I knock that ass bringin' it and then slash
Tried to play me a skit, but now you got a gash
You character, for ya inherit a, brace
Makin' ya thousand deaths times than a Screwface
But they me Screwneck and I do wreck shit
So next time he push up in the jam, boy, you better

Show in the house
U A C in the
7-D in the
R T A in the
True B-Boys in the
Dem Dyslexics in the house
And we gonna fuckin' blow the house
Check it, hit 'em a

Blood clot boy, you get bucked to fuck with the
Mario, Super Brothers like Mario
Here the Common, clucks
(What we do?)
upon the loves, gettin' kisses and hugs
But then we to a scrub that tried to bug
He's out to get what they call em stunts because we bunt
(What?)

But I don't bug, I just her and hit her
Some be rumpy chump the chat, chat chitter
Yo, we did her but I betcha I'm better on it
Now you got a 100 percent beef, it's a beatdown
(Uh, uh, ahh)
Too late to try to be
Brother your best bet, is to cover eyes, like Dee Brown
('Cuz a bum, bum, bum, bum-rush)

And if I ask who popped shit, the Caravan bus, sing it
(On defense)
But our bumrush is done, not medium rare
It's rare to see an within play
True indeed a lot of shit, is he say, she say
Me say, come out and play
And I'ma tear shit up and it like the day after
And we go around and you hit the ground
you know I'm down with the "Blows to the temple"