Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

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

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 down
Back in the days... I'm the 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 since
Back in the days when I was a

First up, on the tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to you home
I lyrics 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 wasn't no thing, Bobby,
gave Whitney a 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 down on
And I'm a havoc
man with 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 at the back of the bar
So bounce!
ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the days... I'm the prince!

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 been down
Back in the when 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 don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause don't linger
That glass ain't empty it's half full
That's why I'm a table
Think your on Pressure's
Only type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An fucker
Damage and master fleet, huh,
If I ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me
You should run 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 that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these it's hard to breath
It's we the first to come, last to leave.

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 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!
we been 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 ever me (no one man)

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

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

At ten when the kill
They stab ya neck with the finger until you've and my quill
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can my skill
Ya need medicine chill, with vendetta's for real.

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
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
in the days when I was a teenager