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 Unamerican
(Who you with?)
The B-Boys, Immenslope, Twilit Tone, Derrick and then
I get rid of some faces

While marks be lookin' hard and be beggin' bases
have too many cases and now they got courage
Sorta like Goldilocks tryin' to Pop's porridge
But I got the straight
Plus the name, I got rep, don't sleep
Slept and got,
An AC, DC spider up the wall we mount
Now down the Common, the Common Sense

And now the out
(Boom)
A blackout, power
I the Burger King, but I got a whale of blows
Uppercuts hits and hey niggaz
I'm weird, they call me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
And I break a Bean, but I'm not Boston
I'm stronger, and faster, than Steve

Common'll the camera movin', I'm kinda fast
I'm from a 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 of me is a dead man G
(Baw)
We hit 'em

Kick it, a duck to buck, but the vic got vicked
So I picked him, he's another victim of a
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 goodie
(Word is bond)

That I got big balls
And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the
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, Common is breaking, marks down
Uhh, check it, it, check it
I huff and I and I blow
(What?)

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

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

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

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

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

But I don't bug, I just her and hit her
Some be rumpy with the chat, chat chitter
Yo, we did her but I betcha I'm better on it
Now you got a 100 percent beef, just a beatdown
(Uh, uh, ahh)
Too to try to be down
Brother best bet, is to cover your 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 enemy within
indeed a lot of shit, is over he say, she say
Me say, warriors come out and
And I'ma tear shit up and leave it like the day
And we go around and you hit the ground
Then you know I'm down the "Blows to the temple"