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! your round dude.

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 since
in the days... I'm the clown 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 been since
in the days when I was a teenager

First up, on the tones,
of the projects,
MC came to take you home
I drip like spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm hearing's all
On the tip
Na, I feeling ya kid
We gave ya, to jock,
but it no thing, like Bobby,
Whitney a rock 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 down on Louise
And I'm a havoc
man with a big pen
I got dirty like 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
It's Hilltop, the stars at the holiday inn.

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 days... I'm the 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
in the days when I was a teenager

Next up, when I get loose and fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for
So when I ya
Ya with my pride I don't see though
MC
My nuts match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't
That ain't half empty it's half 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 arrogant
and suckas master fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya still 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 by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth they can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the to come, last to leave.

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!

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 down since
Back in the days I was a teenager

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

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

Man the are designed to try this is but why this is
I had rewind to try to find 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 until bled and my quill
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can my skill
Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure for real.

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
in the days... I'm the clown 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!
we been down since
Back in the days when I was a