Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

Oi P it's round
Na your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last round!
Hey you still owe me five bro! You get the round!
Fuck! your round dude.

It's round!
If ya at the back of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We it out!
we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

It's round!
If ya hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the of ya car
We it out!
we been down since
Back in the days when I was a

up, on the dolcet tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to you home
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like
In the I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
what I'm hearing's all shed
On the tip
Na, I ain't ya kid
We ya, something to jock,
but it no thing, like Bobby,
gave a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm down on Louise
And I'm a reek
man with a big pen
I got habits like a nun in a pig pen
drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties representing the I grew up in
We lay the so you got a way in
It's Hilltop, the stars at the holiday inn.

It's round!
If ya at the back of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

your round!
If ya hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been since
Back in the days I was a teenager

Next up, when I get and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the is for sale
So I leave ya
Ya fucking with my pride I see though
MC
My nuts match the size of my ego
I an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it's full
why I'm a table drinker
Think on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your clothes
An fucker
and suckas master fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya wouldn't be half of me
You run from me
battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch punch ya to the beat
get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to
It's Hilltop we the to come, last to leave.

your round!
If ya hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been since
in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's round!
If ya hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the when I was a teenager

Man I'm smooth like, Marlon at thirty
At my peak like, Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like, Marlon at seventy
Fuck it, no one sick can ever me (no one man)

And half the time my crew could drink the bar,
and half these cats and of what they think they are
We independent, a on the line
The day me giving you the finger as a of the times

Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why is
I had rewind to try to find is man,
I recline and mind my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of stitches,
of the mind of the lines thats for my... Ay! What the fuck!

At ten when the kill
They stab ya neck with the finger you've bled and my quill
This veteren's ill, you can better my skill
Ya need medicine chill, with vendetta's for real.

It's round!
If ya at the back of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we down since
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

your round!
If ya hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we down since
Back in the days when I was a