Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail On The Donkey

(Vin Rock)]
Oh finally, (here we are)
And for good, are the three, me (It ain't far
Even though if it was, you could make it to the
The enemies, do you know who are? (There they are)
A devil with the do be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The Nature's for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the tail on the junkie, a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a
Freeze the that want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got hooks than a fish line
Bite the head off a
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot em in the
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only records that they got, are the their crew bought)
Damn B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the tail on the

(Bring that back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Vin Rock)]
I do popping than a blockhead, wreck the wax heads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts with a and a Newport
we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing scratching than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til that is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The only I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the north
Your style's more foul than a chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean (chill)
To a from down the hill
Back track a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
in the day, y'all, I played with play dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A starving hungry MC when
MC falamin own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's ta, call them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and the duck
Tough luck, em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That another best will need a hard for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) what I heard, yep
Three from a pit, boom, in his chest
I never knew a really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme about what I to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like then a bomb do
T-H-E MC O-F are-H-P T-O O-K
A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me
And I might top to to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No stomp, her's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where it's still too thick but lick through and through
Always wanted a guy to and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, style that's wrecking it
Pin the tail on the

the?
Yo, yo, yo, yo, up yo?
What It's like that?
We goin' rush you

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go