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 break of another dumb move
Ha ha ha, time it's over boy
is me and you head to head let's go

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

To the of dawn-- beats: nitro
weak
say goodnight
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 Mr. Pitiful
some mouthwash, G
Your breath smells my jockstrap

C-A-U-S-E, you're 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

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 your daddy, beat ya like a baby

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

Put you on the streets wit "Jingle it " hoes
Keep talking me and I'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this last
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
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 leave ya in a coma
'Cause you hang without a high school diploma
Your is fatigued, you're out of your league
running out of gas and you're tank is on "E"

Somebody buy him a heart he's petro
Take you're whipping a man brother let go
No apologies, or violins
Get your suits '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 loafed on the lyrics and you a bad one

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

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

So you got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the LL
The man who one, one too often
wit a soft one and went to his coffin

A close they won't show ya
I finish, you're mama won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you 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

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

If mama said knock me out, do it
You can't win and that [unverified] it
I'm a you home in a body bag
With a mic in your throat and a for a gag

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

You go hard, you're 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 from hell
I'm a rock up L
Low life loser, lifelike
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lives lifeless, likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like
Little league, larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, learning
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, logo
Light laboring, limited

Now a laughing stock
'Cause I bit that ass to the stop
I watched you like Hitler fell
And now you're to a broken L

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

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