Luyện nghe bài hát To Da Break of Dawn

(To da of dawn)

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

So we get funky in the house,
L.L. J style, what?
This on a pop tip
it out

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

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a
Now you're gettin' done Vaseline
Wouldn't because your rhymes are puppy chow
another million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so
Nothing go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead
And got the nerve to them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the whole
Skin needs lotion, need Colgate
Wise up, you burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a

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

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

And with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no

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

Hey yo, that's kinda
But check this out
(Rock shit)
(To da of dawn)

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

From a body bag, so run and get camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get
But I'm the brother to dance with
I don't need a partner to swing

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

So don't try to play post, clown, you the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be is gettin' shot down
Gimme microphone
I'ma show you the meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin', get to
Shut your old mouth when 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 curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't to rap

on
(To da of dawn)

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

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

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

I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph
I the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal of L.L., 'Hard as hell'

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

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 them room tunes

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

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

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(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 Pete Rock is up in the
Youknowmsayin'? here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the

on this Bartles & Jaymes
Premium piece flavor out the
Loungin'

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