Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

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

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

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

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 been down
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

It's 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
in the days when I was a teenager

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

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 since
in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's 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 I was a teenager

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

And the time half my crew could drink the bar,
and half these cats and half of what think they are
We independent, a sign on the
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 this is man,
I recline and mind my business,
and I'm thinkin' of rhymes of rhyme stitches,
of the mind of the lines thats time for my... Ay! the fuck!

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

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

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 down since
in the days when I was a teenager