Luyện nghe bài hát Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and special 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

time 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 black (why P?) to his own
So knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
Aiyyo, I E the microphone

It's me, yes the MC Royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my
You on the other crab MC's that fell
Apart from the start, that didn't the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's clappin
But it's me, I know the way it be
The slow, like me and PMD
And that black, will you real fat
A swinger, and a real cool cat
Like a player, or someone on the accordion
Producing hits like, if I was Barry Gordy and
Here's a tip, to you how to rip
A in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the E, I equipped
ammunition, so I don't have to dip
So listen, to this funky fresh
The way I it, and the way that I was flexin
So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I pass 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 fresh gear
I to show off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the I kick
Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU peaks
All pens and are drawn, as the teacher speaks
Because a naughty rapper, tried to steal the
But the buck stops here, cause I'mma let you
No swingin, or knuckles, ammo
Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no if's or but's
You roll with the good times, we like to with Rush
I a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard, crab, it's time to catch-up
And in the act of war, P to let up
On a gonna-be, wanna-be, soon-to-be, clever
In any type of weather, cause two birds of a
flock together
So knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I pass E the

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier
Harder it on wax, the more the merrier
though, releases beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid
People, gather round to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true
Too many suckers, bit my name in vain
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but came
To so places, other rappers faces
That theirself Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no name or pretender
Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo
Duck MC's, grab my and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli
I heard on KISS, Red Alert and Chuck
A rapper 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 ass crew
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 rapper on the stage, who gets one, single applause
Give me a my brother
My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Others
My name's no game for those who claim to use my
In vain cause their name plain
I remain the same, my of style won't change yo
The name of the game is for the Solo to explain
I don't know was you ran or came
I know your vein I hate name
You're ashamed, the game that drove you insane
That walk around puddles, and the rain
With a cane, nothin to gain but
And my momentum of the flow of rhyme'll get em tamed
The of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
K-S-O-L-O to
When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L
all out there can T-E-L-L
Rhymes that I got, or will S-E-L-L
For those who believe me, can go to H-E-L-L
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
Like a B-R-I-D, in the
Don't even T-O-Y to be why
L-I-N-E's belong to
I'm veche, some rappers imitate
Yo it, Solo here's to make parties sway
People, I won't any kind of losses
rappers grabbin the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming and fading away)