Luyện nghe bài hát To Da Break of Dawn

(To da of dawn)

All my sex as we get funky
Rhymes so everybody knows
When it to a situation like this
more effects and I can't resist

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

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

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

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so
could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the to have them Star Trek shades on

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

Put him in pampers, leave my in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new
I was scoopin' girls 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 blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play

And freak a chic unique 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, kinda funky
But this out here
(Rock shit)
(To da of dawn)

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

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

Keep your eyes on the Cool J
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it
You bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost

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

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

a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose
From that Jherri juice, Cool J is back on the map
And I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that
my old gym teacher ain't supposed 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 you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull
You're with the wrong ingredients
But drink you down over the rocks

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

Your broad wears it
the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are
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 you I'm immune to them romper room tunes

You hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car
Workin' in a 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
Uncle L, that's how much damage he
Here's 5 dollars, catch a 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 wanted to it up a little bit
My man Pete is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man in the house

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