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, this time it's boy
This is me and you to head let's go

we go beat down round 2
Heads up punk it all comes down to
Me and you face to face to head
Mic to mic I like the weak you said

To the of dawn-- beats: nitro
weak
say 'cho
Star shades, man cut the joke
Let's get and go for broke

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

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

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

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

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

You're trying to come off and don't how to come
You're young and 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 death

My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a
'Cause you hang without a high school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, you're out of your
You're running out of gas and tank 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 'cause I ain't 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, I'll get the one
You on the lyrics and you caught a bad one

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

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

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

A close casket they won't ya
When I finish, mama won't know ya
I'm a rip you limb 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 blow

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

If said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that knew it
I'm a you home in a body bag
a mic in your throat 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 back what did you do
To the break of dawn, another move

You can't go hard, just so so Todd
"I'm that of guy?", oh my God
It's gets no rougher no weaker
Marly hooked the so now you need a

Writer to bring you back hell
Because I'm a up L
Low loser, lifelike loon
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lives lifeless, likeness
Lusting longing like this
Little league, larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, lurking
Language, language, logo
Light laboring, locol

Now LL's a stock
'Cause I bit ass to the last stop
I watched you fall like fell
And now you're down to a L

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

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