Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

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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, ain't better
Massive concussion, career over, no

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

Call in the doctor, been rocked and socked-up
Call the police, the champ's insane and be locked up
Pay-per-viewers to try to not to light the whole block up
He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his up

He's gettin' up
Uppercuts, overhead right, short jab
into a change up
Big thing, he's and canvas smell like dirt, don't it?
El Cool Magnifico crush all weak

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

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

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7, 8, 9, 10, 4 to the body and 2 to the
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7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now on again

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

Yeah, he hit the in front of a sell-out crowd
Stand-down punk, no need to go 12 'rounds
The belt was mine as you heard the bell sound
Roper Doe style, with the best around

wrist, swing your fist and miss
When I crush your face it like a tonne of bricks
After the standin' head to your corner to sit
screamin' at you, "Fight back, move his fists"

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

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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, elbow
Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, stage all
quickly end all the gossipin' and yappin'

I'm Roy Jones ability
Knock anybody up in the
Black guy after I attack
Spectators like Gill
Amazed, ain't no love hate

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

You see two of me, ya?
From the series of
To your dome and kidneys
Should'a did you crunches
I throw in bunches
Got me and punkin' now
Tryna knock the grill up out your

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 it's on

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