Luyện nghe bài hát To Da Break of Dawn

(To da of dawn)

All my sex as we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre knows
When it to a situation like this
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 panther? A animal that
I'm like a shark with blood out the gills
You could in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta 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
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 have them Star shades on

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

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

Gettin' by a L.L. theme
like 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 with a unique technique
Get rid of the smile
'Cause brother, you got no style

on
(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 abuse MC's, so light the
And spread the news, you to the damager
manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, that amateur a hammer

From a body bag, so run and get camera
Get a flick of the stiff to get swift
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 grape in a fight
throw 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
Gimme microphone
show you the real meaning of the danger zone

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

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 you a slap
That's right, a kick for that crap
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, that shit)
(To da of dawn)
Check out

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

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

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

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 hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want beef
Before you rapped you was a car thief
Workin' in a lot
A with 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 channel
Uncle L, that's how damage he does
5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap

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 Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles &
Premium piece out the cooler
Loungin'

on