Luyện nghe bài hát Death Blow

To the of dawn
To the to the to the
Times up
Yeah

Time to the score
To the break of dawn dumb move
Ha ha ha, this it's over boy
This is me and you to head let's go

Here we go beat down 2
Heads up 'cause it all comes down to
Me and you face to face to head
Mic to mic I like the shit you said

To the break of dawn-- beats:
Lyrics:
say 'cho
Star Trek shades, man cut the
Let's get serious and go for

You still got a lock on my jock a pit bull victim
before you pull it off you thought Mr.
some mouthwash, G
Your breath smells like my

C-A-U-S-E, you're me, T-O-D-D, junior Moe Dee
Stop biting, chewing,
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were
Raise up son, I need jock

a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallow it, yea, finish,
Now let a real man go to
'Cause I'm a whip you like daddy, beat ya like a baby

Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit
Cut ya like a knife 'cause nuthin' but hype
You're sliced and diced and twice for life
I'm a ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes

Put you on the streets wit your "Jingle it "
Keep talking about me and keep pimping
Just bring me that and take this last whipping
How can one man be so

You're trying to come off and know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick of the
strung bum
come and get
I'll do you wit a blow

Kill 'em, 'em
hit ya wit a death blow

My lyrical beat down leave ya in a coma
you can't hang without a high school diploma
Your brain is fatigued, you're out of your
You're running out of gas and tank is on "E"

buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
Take you're whipping a man brother let go
No apologies, tears or
Get your black 'cause I ain't smiling

I'm the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to
If there's laughter, get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you a bad one

So who's got no style, look at profile
You can't dance, can't and you're so foul
wearing played out 4-finger rings
Played out fat chains and things

You changed your now change your game plan
to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look crazy
And it gets worse we hear you speak

So you ain't got a in hell
You'll be as the late LL
The man who one, one too often
Came wit a soft one and went to his

A casket they won't show ya
When I finish, you're won't know ya
'Cause I'm a rip you from limb
You read he had no win

So RIP, in peace, rip 'em
D.I.D., indeed, did 'em
H I T, hitman, so hit 'em wit
A silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow

Kill 'em, 'em
hit ya wit a death blow

If said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that knew it
I'm a send you home in a bag
With a mic in throat and a jock for a gag

out of here, over, finished, all in
And Marly Marl can't save you from
as soon as you came back what did you do
To the break of dawn, dumb move

You go hard, you're just so so Todd
"I'm type of guy?", oh my God
It's gets no rougher no weaker
Marly hooked the beats so now you a

to bring you back from hell
Because I'm a up L
Low life loser, lifelike
A lackadaisical, listless
lifeless, living likeness
Lusting longing like this
Little league, lard liar
Label ledger, left the leper liable, lull, lateral
Lax, languid, latent
Language, language, logo
Light laboring, locol

Now LL's a stock
'Cause I bit that ass to the last
I watched you fall Hitler fell
And now you're down to a L

You're records ain't hot and you're shows sell
Yo, tell 'em how you L, hard as hell
You back and you thought you had me
But think it,
who's your

Kill 'em Big daddy, I want none
I did 'em wit a death
To the break of
To the, to the, to the, get him out of