Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

Oi P your round
Na it's round
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 hangin' at the of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' 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 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 when I was a teenager

First up, on the tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to you home
I drip lyrics spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause I'm hearing's all shed
On the tip
Na, I ain't ya kid
We gave ya, 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 down 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 representing the city I 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!
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 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 days when I was a

Next up, when I get and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for
So I leave ya
Ya fucking with my pride I don't see
MC
My nuts don't the size of my ego
I an opportunity, cause they don't linger
glass ain't half empty it's half full
That's why I'm a table
your on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's
An arrogant
Damage and suckas fleet, huh,
If I ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me
You run from me
Fuck battaling, ain't sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll 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
Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave.

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
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!
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 sick can better me (no one man)

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

Man the rhymes are to try this is but why this is
I had rewind to try to this is man,
I just recline and 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 does the kill
stab 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, Pressure vendetta's for real.

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

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
Back in the days I was a teenager