Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

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

It's round!
If ya at the back 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!

your 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
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 spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause I'm hearing's all shed
On the tip
Na, I ain't ya kid
We ya, something to jock,
but it wasn't no thing, Bobby,
gave a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
And I'm a keep at 'em, my fingers as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm down 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,
representing the city I grew up in
We lay the so you got a way in
It's Hilltop, the stars at the holiday inn.

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

Next up, when I get loose and fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the is for sale
So when I ya
Ya fucking with my pride I see though
MC
My nuts match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, they don't linger
That glass ain't empty it's half full
That's why I'm a drinker
Think on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant
Damage and suckas 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 won't beat ya to the punch I'll ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the that we pump in the street
My foots always in my they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a these 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!
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 in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the when I was a teenager

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

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

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

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

your 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!

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 been down
Back in the days I was a teenager