Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

1, 2, 3, 4

You in the with a thing, not a man
And what I bring is shots to the
That'll make a sing, soprano
Fall setter, nuttin' better
Massive concussion, career over, no

Both eyes closed, broke nose, swole
You can't see, vision a peep ho
This no slug-fest or exhibition
a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre

Call in the doctor, he's been rocked and
Call the police, the champ's insane and be locked up
have to try to not to light the whole block up
He's and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up

gettin' banged up
Uppercuts, overhead right, left jab
Right a change up
Big thing, he's down and canvas like dirt, don't it?
El Cool crush all weak opponents

These combinations are me places
Knockin' my opponents outta they shoes with laces
Makin' as they body hit the canvas in pain
The championship belt is what I taste and claim the game

for pound, you got the best man standing right here
'Round for 'round, I got the cowards runnin' in
Town for town, fight fans and cheer
Your king is up in the ring

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again

Uh, 'round for 'round and for pound
It's the king of the ring with a knockouts
Uppercuts to the chin, your mouthpiece out
Got your corner-man yellin' you ready to pout

Yeah, he hit the ropes in of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, ain't no to go 12 'rounds
The belt was mine soon as you the bell sound
Roper Doe style, boxin' with the best

Taped-up wrist, swing your and miss
When I crush your face it feels like a of bricks
After the standin' eight head to corner to sit
Manager screamin' at you, "Fight back, his fists"

It don't matter 'cause he walked into by bisteses
Don't get mad 'cause you to the top of the lists
I'm sick, cold the work, demented and vicious
Plus I'm pretty so the ring be blowin' me kisses

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on

Body-blow, uppercut, accidental
Ming in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, all tappin'
Skills quickly end all the and yappin'

I'm Roy Jones ability
anybody up in the facility
Black guy after I guys
like Johnny Gill
Amazed, ain't no love hate

Let me hit you with these
Servin' you the shoulders
Step into the range of my blows and get up
Folded-up wit' your snot-box on ya
Hold him up so I can put and bings on ya

You see two of me, ya?
the series of punches
To your dome and kidneys
Should'a did you some
I thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin' and now
Tryna the grill up out your mouth

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again

1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the and 2 to the chin
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again