Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the of dawn
To the to the to the
up punk
Yeah

Time to the score
To the of dawn another dumb move
Ha ha ha, this it's over boy
This is me and you head to head go

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

To the of dawn-- beats: nitro
Lyrics:
say goodnight
Star shades, man cut the joke
Let's get serious and go for

You still got a lock on my jock a pit bull victim
before you it off you thought 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
biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you doing
Raise up son, I need jock

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

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

Put you on the streets wit "Jingle it " hoes
talking about 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 off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick of the
strung bum
come and get
I'll do you wit a blow

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

My lyrical beat down will leave ya in a
'Cause you can't hang a high school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, 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 like a man brother let go
No apologies, or violins
Get black suits 'cause I ain't smiling

I'm the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you 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 4-finger
out fat gold chains and things

You changed look now change your game plan
to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look weak
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 lost one, one too
Came wit a one and went to his coffin

A close casket they show ya
When I finish, you're mama won't 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 knock me out, come do it
You can't win and [unverified] knew it
I'm a send you home in a bag
With a mic in throat and a jock for a gag

out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marly Marl save you from fallin'
'Cause as as you came 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 beats so now you a

Writer to you back from hell
Because I'm a up L
Low life loser, lifelike
A lackadaisical, listless
lives lifeless, living
Lusting lyrics like this
Little league, larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, logo
Light laboring, locol

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

You're ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as
You came back and you 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 of dawn
To the, to the, to the, get him out of