Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

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

Both eyes closed, nose, cheeks swole
You can't see, like a peep ho
This ain't no or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, massacre

Call in the doctor, he's been rocked and
Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be up
have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and wobbling and he can't keep his things up

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

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

Pound for pound, you got the best man standing right
'Round for 'round, I got the runnin' in fear
Town for town, fight 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 pound for
It's the king of the with a hundred knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, knock your out
Got your corner-man yellin' that you to pout

Yeah, he hit the ropes in 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, boxin' with the around

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

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

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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

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

I'm Roy Jones ability
anybody up in the facility
Black guy I attack guys
Spectators like Johnny
Amazed, ain't no only hate

Let me hit you with these
Servin' you the shoulders
Step into the range of my blows and get 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 and your kidneys
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 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