Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

Oi P it's round
Na it's round
Oi it's your round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you owe me five anyway 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!

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 since
Back in the days when I was a

up, on the dolcet tones,
of the projects,
MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics drips
In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my 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 no thing, like Bobby,
gave Whitney a but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
And I'm a at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going on Louise
And I'm a havoc
man with a big pen
I got dirty habits a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking, smoking, cursing,
Titties representing the city I up in
We lay the so you got a way in
It's Hilltop, the three stars at the 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 since
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

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 down since
Back in the when I was a teenager

up, when I get loose and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the is for sale
So I leave ya
Ya fucking my pride I don't see though
MC
My nuts don't the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't
That glass ain't half it's half full
why I'm a table drinker
Think on Pressure's level?
Only type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An fucker
Damage and master fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya wouldn't be half of me
You should run me
Fuck battaling, ain't sweet,
'Cause I won't ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get by the rubbish 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!
Like ya bangin' in the of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been 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!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the days I was a teenager

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

And half the time half my crew could the bar,
and these cats and half of what they 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 is but why this is
I had rewind to try to find is man,
I just recline and my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of of rhyme stitches,
of the mind of the lines thats time for my... Ay! the fuck!

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

your 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
in the days... I'm the clown 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