Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

Oi P it's your
Na it's round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the fucking round!
Hey you owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
Fuck! It's round 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 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 been since
Back in the days when I was a

up, on the dolcet tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to take you
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics drips
In the arms I'll lick ya with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm hearing's all
On the tip
Na, I feeling 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, crossing my as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going on Louise
And I'm a reek
man with 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 three at the holiday inn.

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 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 they
the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So I leave ya
Ya fucking with my pride I see though
MC
My nuts don't match the of my ego
I seize an opportunity, they don't linger
That ain't half empty it's half full
why I'm a table drinker
Think your on 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 run from me
Fuck battaling, ain't sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we in the street
My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach
I'm a these until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the 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!
we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the 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!
we been down since
Back in the days when I was a

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

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

Man the are designed to try this is but why this is
I had rewind to try to this is man,
I recline and mind my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of of rhyme stitches,
of the mind of the thats time 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, thinkin' you can better my
Ya need medicine chill, with vendetta's for real.

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 down since
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 been since
Back in the days I was a teenager