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 another dumb
Ha ha ha, this time it's boy
This is me and you head to head go

we go beat down 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
Lyrics:
say 'cho
Star Trek shades, man cut the
get serious and go for broke

You still got a lock on my jock like a pit victim
you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
Here's mouthwash, G
breath 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 that you could do what you doing
Raise up son, I need jock

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

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

Put you on the wit your "Jingle it " hoes
Keep talking about me and I'll pimping
Just bring me that money and take 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
do you wit a death blow

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

My lyrical down will leave ya in a coma
'Cause you can't hang without a school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, out of your league
You're running out of gas and tank is on "E"

Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's
Take you're whipping like a man let go
No apologies, tears or
Get your black '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 laughter, I'll get the last one
You loafed on the and you caught a bad one

So who's got no style, look at profile
You can't dance, can't and you're so foul
wearing played out 4-finger rings
Played out fat chains and things

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

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

A close casket they show ya
When I finish, you're mama know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you limb from
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 silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow

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

If mama knock 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 throat and a jock for a gag

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

You can't go hard, just so so Todd
"I'm that 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 hell
Because I'm a up L
Low loser, lifelike loon
A lackadaisical, listless
lives lifeless, likeness
Lusting longing lyrics this
league, lard larcenist liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, lurking
Language, language, local
Light laboring, locol

Now LL's a laughing
'Cause I bit that ass to the stop
I watched you fall like fell
And now down 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 back and you thought you had me
But about it,
your daddy

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