Luyện nghe bài hát To Da Break of Dawn

(To da of dawn)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 I peep, sweep, play cheap

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

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

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

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

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

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

So don't try to post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' down
that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the 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 curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, give you a slap
right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym ain't supposed to rap

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(To da of dawn)

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

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

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

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

Your wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few
But rhymes are sloppy
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 to them romper room tunes

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

So me, how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet
With your TV on fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he
Here's 5 dollars, catch a cab
your 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 Rock is up in the
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley house
coolin' out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on Bartles & Jaymes
piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin'

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