Luyện nghe bài hát Knockout

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I think I in the 10th Grade, Dikembe Mutombo
And ever I graduated it's been hard to stay humble
My teacher listen, I'll get the MBA and start my
I had a lot to say so write a

Aw Yeah, got my and my sickness
On time wouldn't miss this, divine intervention I it
The lines I injected, were endings
To I ever thoughts was handed

The bottom is bending and the limited further
Every time I'm depending on radical determined
There's a lot of you winded, the current is you under
I'm on fire, sedated, the of the patient is stirred up

And uh, mother fucker you just think different
Yeah bitch thought I told you all the secret
Stop with a stigmatism never blessing
reading with an indecision, PMSing

So let's fuck to Hypothetical, a substance
Petty merry go around, spinning in the
Got a little bit odd, turned the page to the public
I'm cutting up the onion, to peel it back now

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I got a story to tell, but I'll start indecision
I've been flexing for a and it started in the kitchin
I've been ripping up, take the fist out the cuffs
Need the system to bump, got your to fuck, and what?

the butt for now, I mess around
but no one the man in town was here to take another crown
And just as you were sitting down to going pound for pound
You thought that you could eat? I thought you had your turn to

I guess not. Oh you putting in a verse a week, and you
There's a lot of fish just fighting to breathe, and I'm
I got women moaning all my verses on knees
Place another red carpet underneath feet

So I can walk down, got the hawk
All the peons don't agree on anything I talk
Never lean on anything unless all sound
Best to start going all out

to harvest in everything you can't live without
Just the of it I never really had a doubt
The curtain's falling, give my arteries to the crowd
I'm bleeding but at least I'll never let you down