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 situation like
Little more effects and I resist

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

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

Strong as liquor, to be in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without
Wouldn't because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so bow

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

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

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his
When I'm through, you need a identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC

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

And freak with a chic technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth
'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 funky
But check out here
(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
Microphone manager, cold and bruise
And a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer

a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to with
'Cause I don't need a to swing

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

So don't try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s in town
And all the sherrifs is gettin' shot down
that microphone
I'ma you the real meaning of the danger zone

dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't a glass

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

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(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)
this out

How dare you stand me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull
You're disobedient with the ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the

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

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

And stopped, I Murray 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 romper room

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

So tell me, how you 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, a taxi cab
Take rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

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(To da of dawn)

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

Just to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete is up in the crib
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles &
Premium piece out the cooler
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