Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

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

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 down 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 down
Back in the days I was a teenager

up, on the dolcet tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to 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 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 keep at 'em, my fingers as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going on Louise
And I'm a havoc
Little man a big pen
I got habits like a nun in a pig pen
drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties the city 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 hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' in the back 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!
ya bangin' 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 loose and they
Open the lot, the naked truth and the is for sale
So when I ya
Ya fucking my pride I don't see though
MC
My nuts match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they linger
That glass ain't half empty half full
That's why I'm a drinker
Think on Pressure's level?
Only type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant
Damage and suckas fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be of me
You should run me
Fuck battaling, nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the
My foots always in my they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the to come, last to leave.

your 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... 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 smooth like, Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at
And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at
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 half of what 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 to try this is but why this is
I had to try to find this is man,
I recline and mind my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of of rhyme stitches,
of the mind of the lines time for my... Ay! What the fuck!

At ten does the kill
They stab ya neck with the 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.

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
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 been since
Back in the days when I was a