Luyện nghe bài hát To Da Break of Dawn

(To da of dawn)

All my sex involved as we get
so bizarre everybody knows
When it come to a situation like
Little effects and I can't resist

So we get funky in the house,
L.L. Cool J style,
ain't on a pop tip
it out

What is a A animal that kills
I'm a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this lean straight from Queens

as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you
Songs that strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the to have them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need
Wise up, you little up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his
When I'm through, you a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a MC scheme

crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not
The rep I keep, the I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a unique technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth
'Cause brother, you got no style

on
(To da of dawn)
(To da of dawn)
Yeah, on
(To da of dawn)

Hey yo, kinda funky
But this out here
(Rock shit)
(To da of dawn)

Immaculate I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you to the damager
Microphone manager, cold crush and
And bandage a amateur, that swingin' a hammer

a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get
But I'm the wrong brother to with
'Cause I need a partner to swing

Keep your on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit
Wouldn't throw a rock in a town

So try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be is gettin' shot down
Gimme that
I'ma you the real meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin', get to
Shut your old mouth young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the
You swing a hammer, but you break a glass

a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose
From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is on the map
And when I see ya, give you a slap
That's right, a kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't to rap

on
(To da of dawn)

(To da of dawn)
Funk it up, I said on
(To da of dawn)

(Yo, rock shit)
(To da of dawn)
Check out

How dare you beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong
But I'ma you down over the rocks

While I freak on album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill soon
I took the cover home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as

Your broad it well
the reason that your record sold a few copies
But rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and bound to get dropped

And stopped, I ain't the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of
Mr. Pusherman, a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to romper room tunes

You little racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you you was a downtown car thief
in a parking lot
A brother with a perm to get burned

So tell me, how you like your cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet
With TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much he does
Here's 5 dollars, a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap

on
(To da of dawn)

(To da of dawn)
I say on
(To da of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a bit
My man Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl
Just out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this & Jaymes
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