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 the do rags 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 on the junkie, find a false flavor
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the that want to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to come and come up faster, could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The the same, the game remains mine
I got hooks than a fish line
Bite the off a snake
Chew up from the to last break and shoot em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your last flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The records that they got, are the records their crew bought)
real B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the tail on the

(Bring beat 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 of the track with a new thought
You couldn't smoke with a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we it's in
(Def play like Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a funk and a fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get your off
But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll off
Another renegade of rap stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
cursing was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm
I won't stop, pop, til head is screwed on straight
I shorts, and no sorts, so take 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 jack (chill)
To a brother down the hill
track with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played play dough
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A starving MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's time ta, them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and the duck
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the of a real life roughneck
Pin the on the donkey

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That another best will need a hard vest for this check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) That's I heard, yep
steps 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 want to, 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran a bomb do
MC O-F are-H-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T, I-N N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-see
And I might top to step to a
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, the true form
so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too souped to the
Where still too thick but still lick through and through
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style wrecking it
Pin the tail on the

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

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