Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

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You in the ring a thing, not a man
And what I bring is to the body
make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't nuttin'
concussion, career over, no discussion

Both eyes closed, nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a ho
This no slug-fest or exhibition
a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre

Call in the doctor, he's been and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be up
Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole up
hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up

He's gettin' up
Uppercuts, right, short left jab
into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak

These combinations are me places
my opponents outta they shoes with tight laces
Makin' faces as they hit the canvas in pain
The championship is what I taste and claim survivin' the game

for pound, you got the best man standing right here
'Round for 'round, I got the runnin' in fear
Town for town, fans stand and cheer
Your knockout king is up in the

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7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again

Uh, for 'round and pound for pound
the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your out
Got your yellin' that you ready to pout

Yeah, he hit the ropes in front of a crowd
Stand-down punk, ain't no to go 12 'rounds
The was mine soon as you heard the bell sound
Doe style, boxin' with the best around

Taped-up wrist, swing your and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a of bricks
After the standin' eight to your corner to sit
screamin' at you, "Fight back, move his fists"

It matter 'cause he walked dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad 'cause you lost to the top of the
I'm sick, cold with the work, and vicious
Plus I'm pretty so the girls be blowin' me kisses

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on

Body-blow, uppercut, accidental
Ming in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all
quickly end all the gossipin' and yappin'

I'm talkin' Roy Jones
Knock anybody up in the
Black guy I attack guys
Spectators Johnny Gill
Amazed, ain't no love hate

Let me hit you with boulders
you from the shoulders
Step into the range of my and get rolled up
Folded-up wit' your leakin' on ya
Hold him up so I can put and bings on ya

You see two of me, ya?
From the of punches
To your and your kidneys
did you some crunches
I throw thangs in
Got me and punkin' now
Tryna knock the grill up out mouth

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again