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 situation this
Little effects and I can't 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 that kills
I'm a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest
Get a piece of this gangsta lean from Queens

Strong as liquor, to be in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done 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 strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have Star Trek shades on

Ha, you handle the whole 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, my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new
I was girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is a dreamin' 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 with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the smile
'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 check this out
(Rock shit)
(To da of dawn)

Immaculate styles I use to MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose to the
Microphone manager, cold crush and
And bandage a amateur, that amateur 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 eyes on the Cool J
Shootin' the gift, but you don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a town

So don't try to play post, clown, you the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' down
Gimme that
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 a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now cut loose
From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a
That's right, a little for that 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 keep on
(To da of dawn)

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

How you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze 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 soon
I took the cover right home to the
In the immortal of L.L., 'Hard as hell'

Your broad it well
She's the reason that your sold a few copies
But rhymes are sloppy
Oscar, and you're bound 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 tunes

You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more
you rapped you was a downtown 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
your TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he
5 dollars, catch 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 wanted to it up a little bit
My man Rock is up in the crib
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just out, my man Clash in the house

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