Luyện nghe bài hát Clown Prince

Oi P it's round
Na it's round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five 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 been since
in the days... I'm the clown 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!
we been down since
Back in the days when I was a

First up, on the tones,
of the projects,
Suffa MC came to take you
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like
In the arms I'll ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm hearing's all
On the tip
Na, I ain't ya kid
We gave ya, to jock,
but it no thing, like Bobby,
gave 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 down on
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 representing the 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 at the back of the bar
So bounce!
Like ya in the back 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 bangin' in the of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been down
Back in the when I was a teenager

Next up, when I get and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for
So when I ya
Ya with my pride I don't see though
MC
My don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they linger
That glass ain't half empty it's half
why I'm a table drinker
Think on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your clothes
An fucker
Damage and suckas fleet, huh,
If I married ya ya still wouldn't be half of me
You run from me
battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the that we pump in the street
My foots always in my they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the to come, last to leave.

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 bangin' in the of ya car
We it out!
Hilltop we been since
Back in the days when I was a

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

And the time half my crew could drink the bar,
and half these cats and of what they think they are
We independent, a on the line
The day me giving you the 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 just recline and my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of stitches,
of the mind of the lines time for my... Ay! What the fuck!

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

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'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
in the days when I was a teenager