Luyện nghe bài hát Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and special on my show
Is the K

To the S to the

And me, the D, the O to C
The a.k.a., the P the M the D

And me, the E to the D to the O
To the U to the B to the L to the E

It's P

To rip the M the I to C

So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
(yo) I pass P the microphone

Nah (why P?) to each his own
So knick paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, I E the microphone

It's me, yes the MC Royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my
You dwell on the other crab that fell
Apart the start, that didn't know the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's clappin
But me, I know the way it should be
The flow slow, me and PMD
And that black, make you real fat
A swinger, and a real cool cat
a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
Producing crazy like, if I was Barry Gordy and
Here's a tip, to you how to rip
A in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the E, I come
Heavy ammunition, so I have to dip
So listen, to this fresh lesson
The way I it, and the way that I was flexin
So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I Solo the microphone

Yo I pass (why Solo?) to his own
Yo knick knack paddy give a dog a bone
Yo, I P the microphone

As I take the stage, with the fresh gear
I start to off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the harder I
Usin my style from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the thumps, VU meters peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the speaks
a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck here, cause I'mma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly
as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or
You roll with the good times, we like to roll Rush
I drive a (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard, crab, because time to catch-up
And in the act of war, P to let up
On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, clever
In any type of weather, cause two of a feather
Always together
So knick knack wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

I pass (why E? To his own)
So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass Solo the

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull
it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
Maestro though, beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get easily
People, round listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the Solo
Too suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk thought I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so many places, other faces
That called theirself Solo, I made em it
I'm Solo, no lender or pretender
Yo, I am the the on-ly solo contender
Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it
Put it behind they and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red and Chuck
A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you"
Joke's on you you a bitin ass crew
bit my name, I want it back, and it's a fact
Yo PMD tell em (damn you did that)
Now for the record, what do I for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who one, single applause
Give me a break my
My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left
My name's no game for those who to use my name
In vain cause their name plain
I remain the same, my of style won't change yo
The name of the game is for the real Solo to
I know was where you ran or came
I know your vein I your name
You're ashamed, playin the game that you insane
That walk around puddles, and the rain
With a cane, nothin to but shame
And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no title again, but the real
K-S-O-L-O to
I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L
People all out there can
Rhymes that I got, or write S-E-L-L
For those who don't believe me, can go to
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Like a B-R-I-D, in the
Don't T-O-Y to be dat's why
belong to M-I-N-E
I'm makin veche, some imitate
Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to parties sway
People, I won't take any kind of
Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin
Like household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming and fading away)