Luyện nghe bài hát Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and special guests on my
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 paddy wack give a dog a bone
K-Solo (yo) I pass P the

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

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

Yo I (why Solo?) to each his own
Yo knick paddy wack give a dog a bone
Yo, I P the microphone

As I the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, with throw hands in the air
Because the I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh shit MC's lit
a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU meters
All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher
Because a rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck stops here, cause I'mma let you
No swingin, or knuckles, ammo
Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or
You with the good times, we like to roll with 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 paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, a pit bull terrier
it sounds on wax, the more the merrier
Maestro though, releases for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid
People, gather listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo
Too many suckers, have bit my in vain
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo
To so places, other rappers faces
That called Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no name or pretender
Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly contender
Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it
Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and
A said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you"
Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass
They bit my name, I want it back, and a fact
Yo PMD em (damn you shouldn'ta did that)
Now for the record, what do I for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, applause
Give me a my brother
My name stands for Kevin Self, Left Others
My name's no game for those who to use my name
In vain their name sounds plain
I the same, my flow of style won't change yo
The name of the is for the real Solo to explain
I don't was where you ran or came
I know your vein I hate your
You're ashamed, playin the game that you insane
That walk around puddles, and the rain
With a cane, to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of get em tamed
The of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
to blame
When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L
People all out can T-E-L-L
that I got, or write will S-E-L-L
For those who don't believe me, can go to
I'm from C-I, L-I,
a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y
Don't even T-O-Y to be why
belong to M-I-N-E
I'm makin veche, some imitate
Yo f*ck it, Solo to make parties sway
People, I won't take any kind of
rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, kitchen (becoming silent and fading away)