Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the break of
To the to the to the
Times up
Yeah

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

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

To the break of dawn-- beats:
Lyrics:
say goodnight
Star Trek shades, man cut the
get serious and go for broke

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

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

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

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

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

You're trying to come off and know how to come
You're and dumb and quick of the tongue
strung bum
come and get
do you wit a death blow

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

My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a
'Cause you can't hang a high school diploma
Your is fatigued, you're out of your league
You're running out of gas and tank is on "E"

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

I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't to laugh
If laughter, I'll get the last 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 4-finger
Played out fat chains and things

You changed your look now change your plan
Trying to dress but you wear name brand
Brother, you look weak
And it gets worse we hear you speak

So you ain't got a in hell
be known as the late LL
The man who one, one too often
Came wit a soft one and to his coffin

A close they won't show ya
When I finish, you're won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you limb from
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 silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow

Kill 'em, 'em
I'll hit ya wit a death

If mama said knock me out, do it
You can't win and [unverified] knew it
I'm a you home 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
'Cause as soon as you came what did you do
To the break of dawn, dumb move

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

Writer to bring you from hell
Because I'm a up L
Low loser, lifelike loon
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lives lifeless, living
Lusting longing lyrics like
Little league, lard liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, learning
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, logo
laboring, limited locol

Now a laughing stock
I bit that ass to the last stop
I you fall like Hitler fell
And now you're down to a L

You're records ain't hot and you're don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, as hell
You back and you thought you had me
But think it,
your daddy

Kill 'em Big daddy, I want none
I did 'em wit a blow
To the break of
To the, to the, to the, get him out of