Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

1, 2, 3, 4

You in the ring a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the
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 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
the police, the champ's insane and oughta 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

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

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

Pound for pound, you got the man standing right here
'Round for 'round, I got the cowards runnin' in
Town for town, fans stand and cheer
knockout 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, for 'round and pound for pound
the king of the ring with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your out
Got your corner-man that you ready to pout

Yeah, he hit the in front of a sell-out crowd
punk, ain't no need to go 12 'rounds
The belt was mine as you heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, with the best around

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

It matter 'cause he walked dead into by bisteses
Don't get mad you lost to the top of the lists
I'm sick, with the work, demented 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 Lou's in the ring, 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 love only

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

You see two of me, ya?
From the of punches
To your and your kidneys
Should'a did you crunches
I throw 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 body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on

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