Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the break of
To the to the to the
up punk
Yeah

Time to the score
To the of dawn another dumb move
Ha ha ha, time it's over boy
This is me and you to head let's go

Here we go down round 2
Heads up 'cause it all comes down to
Me and you to face head to head
Mic to mic I the weak shit you said

To the of dawn-- beats: nitro
Lyrics:
say goodnight
Star shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for

You still got a lock on my like a pit bull victim
you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
Here's mouthwash, G
Your breath smells like my

C-A-U-S-E, you're ridin' me, T-O-D-D, Moe Dee
biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell you that you could do what you were doing
up son, I need jock relief

Here's a toothpick, now get my out your teeth
You it, yea, finish, burp
Now let a man go to work
'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit
Cut ya a knife 'cause you're nuthin' but hype
sliced and diced and iced twice for life
I'm a ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes

Put you on the streets wit your "Jingle it "
Keep talking about me and keep pimping
Just bring me money and take this last whipping
How can one man be so

You're trying to off and don't know how to come
You're and dumb and quick of the tongue
high bum
and get done
I'll do you wit a blow

'em, kill 'em
I'll hit ya wit a blow

My beat down will leave ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a high school
Your brain is fatigued, out of your league
You're running out of gas and you're is on "E"

Somebody buy him a heart he's petro
Take you're like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears or
Get your suits 'cause I ain't smiling

I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in
Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to
If there's laughter, I'll get the one
You loafed on the and you caught a bad one

So who's got no style, look at your
You can't dance, can't dress and you're so
Still wearing played out rings
Played out fat gold and things

You changed your now change your game plan
Trying to dress but you still wear name
Brother, you crazy weak
And it worse when we hear you speak

So you ain't got a chance in
You'll be known as the LL
The man who lost one, one too
Came wit a soft one and to his coffin

A casket they won't show ya
I finish, you're mama won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you from limb
You tombstone'll he had no win

So RIP, in peace, rip 'em
D.I.D., indeed, did 'em
H I T, hitman, so hit 'em wit
A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death

Kill 'em, 'em
hit ya wit a death blow

If mama said me out, come do it
You can't win and that knew it
I'm a send you in a body bag
With a mic in your and a jock for a gag

out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marly Marl can't save you from
as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another move

You go hard, you're just so so Todd
"I'm type of guy?", oh my God
It's gets no rougher comes no
hooked the beats so now you need a

Writer to bring you from hell
I'm a rock up L
Low life loser, lifelike
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lifeless, living likeness
Lusting lyrics like this
league, lard larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, learning
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, local
Light laboring, locol

Now LL's a stock
'Cause I bit that ass to the stop
I watched you fall like Hitler
And now down to a broken L

You're records ain't hot and you're shows sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, as hell
You back and you thought you had me
But about it,
who's your

Kill 'em Big daddy, I don't none
I did 'em wit a death
To the of dawn
To the, to the, to the, get him out of