Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the break of
To the to the to the
Times up
yeah

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

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

To the break of dawn-- nitro
weak
say 'cho
Trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for

You still got a lock on my jock like a pit bull
before you pull it off you 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 hell told you that you could do you were doing
Raise up son, I need relief

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

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

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

trying to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and 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 ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a high diploma
Your is fatigued, you're 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 whipping like a man let go
No apologies, tears or
Get your black suits 'cause I smiling

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

So who's got no style, look at your
You can't dance, can't and you're so foul
Still wearing out 4-finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and

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

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

A close casket won't show ya
When I finish, you're mama won't 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 rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death

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

If said knock me out, come do it
You win and that [unverified] knew it
I'm a send you home in a bag
a mic in your throat and a jock for a gag

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

You go hard, you're just so so Todd
"I'm type of guy?", oh my God
It's gets no comes no weaker
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, listless
lifeless, living likeness
Lusting lyrics like this
Little league, larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, lurking
Language, language, logo
laboring, limited locol

Now LL's a laughing
'Cause I bit ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like Hitler
And now you're to a broken L

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

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