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 like 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 A animal that kills
I'm like a with blood comin' out the gills
You could in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of gangsta lean straight from Queens

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

Homeboy, on, my rhymes are so strong
could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead
And got the nerve to have Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need
Wise up, you burnt 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 need a identity
I was scoopin' before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC

Gettin' crushed by a L.L.
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, cheap

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

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

Hey yo, that's 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 lose to the
manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, amateur swingin' a hammer

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

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

So try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the sherrifs is gettin' shot down
that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger

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

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut
From that curl 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 that
my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

on
(To da of dawn)

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

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

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

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

Your broad wears it
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
Before you rapped you was a car thief
in a parking lot
A brother a perm deserves to get burned

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

on
(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 Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man in the house

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