Luyện nghe bài hát Blows to The Temple

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We can go, toe to toe the blows to the temple
(Not)
Not the Temple of Doom, so room
For the Unamerican
(Who you with?)
The B-Boys, Immenslope, Tone, Derrick and then some
I get rid of some faces

While marks be lookin' and they be beggin' bases
They have too many cases and now got courage
Sorta Goldilocks tryin' to take Pop's porridge
But I got the straight
Plus the name, I got rep, don't sleep
Slept and got,
An AC, DC spider went up the we mount
Now came down the Common, the Sense

And now the out
(Boom)
A blackout, failure
I ain't the Burger King, but I got a whale of
Uppercuts hits and hey niggaz
'Cuz I'm weird, they me Lemonhead, but I'm a Jawbreaker
And I a Bean, but I'm not from Boston
I'm stronger, and faster, Steve Austin

Common'll the camera movin', I'm kinda fast
I'm from a town called, "Fresh off a ass"
And I'm about to go on like Mills
You be poppin' pills, tryin' to step to me
'Cuz to the of me, we got the U A C
(Whattup)

And comin' up to the of me, we got the U A C
(Come on)
And in of me, yo we got the U A C
And in front of me is a man G
(Baw)
We hit 'em

Kick it, a duck to buck, but the vic got vicked
So I picked him, another victim of a circumstance
He did a like Ali
(Say what?)
But he like a water fly and stung like a C
Ya see, I ain't out here, to be a bully
Nor am I to be a two-shoes goodie
(Word is bond)

That I got big homes
And if a player try to press me, I gotta break the
to stage a, ooh shit, up in the sky
You watch out, I'm tellin' you why
Common Sense is breaking, marks down, ah, me now
Yo, Common is breaking, marks down
Uhh, check it, check it, it
I huff and I puff and I
(What?)

The house down, I guess you didn't know
Home skillet, ya been?
Are you the boy in the plastic
Ooh, you in
A tisket, a tasket, gonna get your ass kicked
You better know in my jacket, fuck the basket
Oh, goddamn child, I it's drastic
You end up on a stretched 'cuz I stretch you Plastikman

Fuck me
(You end up the in the casket)
You ass pussy nigga, sucker duck bastard
(Yo Common, calm down, you got's to down)
This Grape tried to step to me with his arms
Lesson number one, you're ready to throw
step up talkin', that's like tryin' to pitch, but you're balkin'
And I'ma steal first, hide the base, but you

You can call me Pencil Petey the marks I erase
In of emergency, it's urgent see, that you see a doctor
You to Gamble, but I'm the Proctor
I knock that ass bringin' it and then slash
Tried to play me with a skit, but now you got a
You character, for ya inherit a, brace
Makin' ya thousand deaths times than a Screwface
But they call me and I do wreck shit
So next he push up in the jam, boy, you better exit

Late Show in the
U A C in the
7-D in the
R T A in the
B-Boys in the house
Dem Dyslexics in the house
And we gonna fuckin' the house down
Check it, hit 'em a

Blood clot boy, you get bucked to fuck with the
Mario, Super Super Brothers like
the Common, sucker clucks
(What we do?)
Mission upon the loves, gettin' kisses and
But we runnin' to a scrub that tried to bug
He's out to get some what they call em because we bunt
(What?)

But I bug, I just slide her and hit her
Some be rumpy chump with the chat, chitter
Yo, we did her but I know I'm better on it
Now you got a 100 beef, it's just a beatdown
(Uh, uh, ahh)
Too to try to be down
your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown
('Cuz a bum, bum, bum, bum-rush)

And if I ask who popped shit, the gotta bus, sing it
(On defense)
But our bumrush is done, not medium rare
It's rare to see an enemy play
indeed a lot of shit, is over he say, she say
Me say, warriors out and play
And tear shit up and leave it like the day after
And after we go and you hit the ground
you know I'm down with the "Blows to the temple"