Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the of dawn
To the to the to the
Times up
Yeah

Time to the score
To the break of dawn dumb move
Ha ha ha, this time 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 like the weak shit you

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

You still got a on my jock like a pit bull victim
before you it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
some mouthwash, G
Your smells 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 jock relief

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

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit
Cut ya like a knife 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 streets wit "Jingle it " hoes
Keep talking about me and I'll keep
Just bring me that money and take this last
How can one man be so

You're to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and of the tongue
strung bum
come and get
I'll do you wit a death

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

My beat down will leave ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a high school
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 'cause petro
Take whipping like a man brother let go
No apologies, tears or
Get your black suits 'cause I smiling

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

So got no style, look at your profile
You can't dance, can't dress and you're so
Still wearing played out rings
Played out fat gold chains and

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

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

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

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

If said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that knew it
I'm a send you 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 save you from fallin'
'Cause as soon as you came back 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 rougher no weaker
hooked the beats so now you need a

Writer to bring you back from
I'm a rock up L
Low life loser, loon
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like
league, lard larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, logo
Light laboring, limited

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

You're 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 about it,
your daddy

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