Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

1, 2, 3, 4

You in the with a thing, not a man
And I bring is shots to the body
That'll make a fool sing,
setter, ain't nuttin' better
Massive concussion, over, no discussion

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

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

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

combinations are taking me places
Knockin' my opponents outta they shoes with laces
Makin' faces as body hit the canvas in pain
The belt 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 cowards in fear
for town, fight fans stand and cheer
Your king is up in the ring

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

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

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

wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a of bricks
After the standin' head to your corner to sit
Manager screamin' at you, "Fight back, his fists"

It don't matter 'cause he walked dead 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 so the ring 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
Skills quickly end all the gossipin' and

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

Let me hit you with these
Servin' you from the
Step the range of my blows and get rolled up
wit' your snot-box leakin' on ya
Hold him up so I can put bangs and on ya

You see two of me, ya?
the series of punches
To dome and your kidneys
Should'a did you crunches
I thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin' and now
Tryna 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 body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again