Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

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

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

Here we go beat down 2
Heads up '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
Lyrics:
say 'cho
Trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for

You got a lock on my jock like a pit bull victim
before you pull it off you thought Mr.
some 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 you could do what you were doing
Raise up son, I need relief

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

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

Put you on the wit your "Jingle it " hoes
Keep talking about me and keep 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 and dumb and quick of the tongue
high 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
you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, you're out of league
You're running out of gas and tank is on "E"

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

I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you live to laugh
If laughter, I'll get the last one
You loafed on the and you caught a bad one

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

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

So you got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the 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 mama know ya
I'm a rip you limb from limb
You read 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 mama said knock me out, do it
You can't win and that [unverified] 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 Marly Marl save you from fallin'
as soon as you came back what did you do
To the of dawn, another dumb move

You can't go hard, 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 loser, lifelike loon
A lackadaisical, listless
lives lifeless, likeness
Lusting lyrics like this
Little league, lard liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, local
laboring, limited locol

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

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

Kill 'em Big daddy, I don't want
I did 'em wit a death
To the break of
To the, to the, to the, get him out of