Luyện nghe bài hát Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and guests on my show
Is the K

To the S to the

And me, the D, the O to C
The a.k.a., the P the M the D

And me, the E to the D to the O
To the U to the B to the L to the E

It's P

To rip the M the I to C

So knick knack paddy wack give a dog a
K-Solo (yo) I pass P the

Nah (why P?) to each his own
So knick knack paddy wack give the dog a
Aiyyo, I pass E the

It's me, yes the MC Royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I loyal
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my
You on the other crab MC's that fell
Apart from the start, didn't know the art
Of rappin, to keep the hands clappin
But it's me, I know the way it be
The slow, like me and PMD
And that black, will make you fat
A real swinger, and a cool cat
Like a jazz player, or someone on the
Producing hits like, if I was Barry Gordy and
Here's a tip, to you how to rip
A crab in half, and watch his posse
So me, the E, I equipped
Heavy ammunition, so I have to dip
So listen, to this funky lesson
The way I it, and the way that I was flexin
So knick paddy wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I Solo the microphone

Yo I pass (why Solo?) to his own
Yo knick knack paddy wack a dog a bone
Yo, I pass P the

As I take the stage, with the dipped gear
I start to off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the I kick
my rap-fu style from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU meters
All pens and are drawn, as the teacher speaks
Because a rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck stops here, I'mma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly
Cause as I dust bust, crush, and rush
A sucker new jack, with no and's or but's
You roll with the good times, we like to roll Rush
I drive a (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard, crab, because time to catch-up
And in the act of war, P to let up
On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, whatever's
In any type of weather, two birds of a feather
flock together
So knick knack paddy give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

I (why E? To each his own)
So knick knack paddy wack a dog a bone
Aiyyo, I pass the microphone

Yo, my style's aggressive, a pit bull terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the the merrier
Maestro though, releases for me
So I can rig up a hit and get easily
People, round listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo
Too many suckers, bit my name in vain
Punk thought I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so many places, rappers faces
That theirself Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no name or pretender
Yo, I am the the on-ly solo contender
Duck MC's, my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red and Chuck
A said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"
on you you heard a bitin ass crew
They bit my name, I it back, and it's a fact
Yo PMD em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)
Now for the record, do I stand for
One lonely on the stage, who gets one, single applause
Give me a my brother
My name for Kevin Self, Organization Left Others
My no game for those who claim to use my name
In vain cause their name sounds
I remain the same, my flow of won't change yo
The name of the game is for the real to explain
I don't was where you ran or came
I know vein I hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the game that drove you
That walk around puddles, and the rain
a cane, nothin to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of rhyme'll get em
The of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
K-S-O-L-O to
I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L
People all out there can
Rhymes that I got, or write will
For who don't believe me, can go to H-E-L-L
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y
Don't T-O-Y to be dat's why
L-I-N-E's belong to
I'm makin veche, some rappers
Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to parties sway
People, I won't take any kind of
Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and resources
Like household utensils, appliances (becoming silent and fading away)