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

time P

To rip the M the I to C

So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
(yo) I pass P the microphone

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

It's me, yes the MC Grand
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I can't tell, you ain't up in my spell
You on the other crab MC's that fell
Apart from the start, that didn't the art
Of rappin, to the people's hands clappin
But me, I know the way it should be
The flow slow, me and PMD
And that black, will you real fat
A real swinger, and a cool cat
a jazz player, or someone on the accordion
Producing crazy like, if I was Barry Gordy and
a tip, to show you how to rip
A in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the E, I come
Heavy ammunition, so I don't to dip
So listen, to this funky fresh
The way I drop it, and the way I was flexin
So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I pass the microphone

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

As I the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, throw your hands in the air
the older I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh shit MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the speaks
Because a naughty rapper, tried to the flow
But the buck here, cause I'mma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly
Cause as I dust bust, crush, and then
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or
You roll with the good times, we like to roll Rush
I drive a 'Ratti (I a Benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard, crab, because it's 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 of weather, cause two birds of a feather
Always flock
So knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I pass E the

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the the merrier
Maestro though, beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid
People, gather listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the Solo
Too many suckers, have bit my name in
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo
To so many places, rappers faces
That theirself Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no name lender or
Yo, I am the Solo the solo contender
Duck MC's, my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli
I on KISS, with 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 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 rapper on the stage, who gets one, applause
Give me a my brother
My name stands for Self, Organization Left Others
My name's no for those who claim to use my name
In vain cause their name plain
I the same, my flow of style won't change yo
The name of the game is for the Solo to explain
I don't know was where you ran or
I know your vein I hate your
You're ashamed, the game that drove you insane
That walk around puddles, and the rain
a cane, nothin to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no title again, but the real
to blame
When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L
People all out there can
Rhymes that I got, or write will
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
L-I-N-E's belong to
I'm makin veche, some imitate
Yo it, Solo here's to make parties sway
People, I won't take any kind of
Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, kitchen (becoming silent and fading away)