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 room
For the Caravan
(Who you with?)
The B-Boys, Immenslope, Twilit Tone, Derrick and then
I don't get rid of some

While marks be lookin' hard and they be beggin'
have too many cases and now they got courage
Sorta like Goldilocks to take Pop's porridge
But I got the story
Plus the name, I got rep, dare sleep
Slept and got,
An AC, DC spider up the wall we mount
Now came down the Common, the Sense

And now the out
(Boom)
A blackout, power
I ain't the Burger King, but I got a of blows
Uppercuts jabs and hey niggaz
'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, than Steve

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 like Stephanie
You must be pills, tryin' to step to me
'Cuz to the 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

it, a duck tried to buck, but the vic got vicked
So I picked him, he's another 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 to be a two-shoes goodie
(Word is bond)

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

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

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

You can call me Petey 'cuz the marks I erase
In case of emergency, urgent see, that you see a doctor
You to Gamble, but I'm the Proctor
I knock that ass bringin' it down and then
Tried to play me with a skit, but now you got a
You character, for ya a, neck brace
Makin' ya thousand deaths times worser than a
But they call me and I do wreck shit
So next time he up in the jam, boy, you better exit

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

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

But I bug, I just slide her and hit her
Some be rumpy chump the chat, chat chitter
Yo, we did her but I betcha know I'm on it
Now you got a 100 percent beef, just 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 gotta bus, sing it
(On defense)
But our is well done, not medium rare
rare to see an enemy within play
True a lot of shit, is over he say, she say
Me say, come out and play
And I'ma tear up and leave it like the day after
And we go around and you hit the ground
Then you know I'm with the "Blows to the temple"