Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

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

to settle the score
To the break of dawn another move
Ha ha ha, time it's over boy
This is me and you to head let's go

Here we go beat down 2
Heads up punk 'cause it all comes 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
Trek shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for

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

C-A-U-S-E, you're ridin' me, T-O-D-D, Moe Dee
biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do you were doing
up son, I need 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 like your daddy, beat ya a baby

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

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

You're trying to come off and know how to come
young 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 will leave ya in a coma
you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, you're out of your
running out of gas and you're tank is on "E"

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

I'm shooting the of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't 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, dress and you're so foul
Still played out 4-finger 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 worse when we you speak

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

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

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

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

out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marl can't save you from fallin'
'Cause as 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
gets no rougher comes no weaker
Marly hooked the so now you need a

Writer to bring you back hell
I'm a rock up L
Low loser, lifelike loon
A lackadaisical, lunatic
lives lifeless, living
Lusting lyrics like this
Little league, lard liar
ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral learning
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, local
Light laboring, locol

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

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

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