Luyện nghe bài hát Knock Out Kings

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You in the with a thing, not a man
And I bring is shots to the body
make a fool sing, soprano
Fall setter, ain't better
Massive concussion, over, no discussion

Both closed, broke nose, cheeks swole
You see, vision like a peep ho
This no slug-fest or exhibition
It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic

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

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

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

Pound for pound, you got the best man right here
'Round for 'round, I got the cowards runnin' in
Town for town, fight stand 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
1, 2, 3, killer, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10, ding, ding, now it's on

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

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

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

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

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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 on again

Body-blow, uppercut, elbow
Lou's in the ring, hell no
Ain't gon' happen, all tappin'
quickly end all the gossipin' and yappin'

I'm talkin' Roy Jones
Knock anybody up in the
guy after I attack guys
Spectators like Gill
Amazed, ain't no only hate

Let me hit you these boulders
Servin' you from the
Step the range of my blows and get rolled up
Folded-up wit' your leakin' on ya
Hold him up so I can put bangs and on ya

You see two of me, ya?
From the of punches
To your dome and kidneys
did you some crunches
I thangs in bunches
Got me grabbin' and now
Tryna knock the 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 it's on

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