Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

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

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

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
Back in the days I was a teenager

up, on the dolcet tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC to take you home
I drip like spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick ya with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm all shed
On the tip
Na, I feeling ya kid
We ya, something 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, at 'em, I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a havoc
Little man a big pen
I got dirty 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.

your 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... I'm the clown prince!

It's round!
If ya at the back 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 was a teenager

Next up, when I get loose and they
Open the lot, the truth and the truth 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, they don't linger
That glass ain't empty it's half full
That's why I'm a drinker
Think your on level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of wife's clothes
An fucker
Damage and suckas fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya wouldn't be half of me
You run from me
battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish we pump in the street
My foots always in my they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to
It's we the first to come, last to leave.

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 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 since
in the days when 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 can ever better me (no one man)

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

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

At ten when does the
They stab ya neck the finger until you've bled and my quill
This ill, thinkin' 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 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!
we been down since
Back in the when I was a teenager