Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

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

eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, vision like a ho
ain't no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, massacre

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

gettin' banged up
Uppercuts, right, short left jab
into a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, it?
El Cool crush all weak opponents

These are taking me places
Knockin' my opponents outta they shoes with tight
Makin' faces as they body hit the in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim the game

Pound for pound, you got the best man standing right
'Round for 'round, I got the cowards runnin' in
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, 'round for 'round and for pound
It's the king of the ring with a knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock mouthpiece out
Got corner-man yellin' that you ready to pout

Yeah, he hit the ropes in of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, no need to go 12 'rounds
The belt was mine soon as you heard the bell
Roper Doe style, boxin' the best around

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

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

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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 it's on

Body-blow, uppercut, elbow
Ming in the ring, hell no
gon' happen, stage all tappin'
Skills end all the gossipin' and yappin'

I'm talkin' Roy ability
Knock anybody up in the
Black guy after I guys
Spectators like Johnny
Amazed, ain't no only hate

Let me hit you these boulders
Servin' you the shoulders
Step into the of my blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit' snot-box leakin' on ya
Hold him up so I can put bangs and on ya

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

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 on again

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 on again