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 knack paddy wack give a dog a
K-Solo (yo) I P the microphone

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 Grand
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I can't tell, you ain't up in my spell
You dwell on the other crab that fell
from the start, that didn't know the art
Of rappin, to keep the 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 real cat
Like a jazz player, or on the accordion
Producing crazy hits like, if I was Gordy and
Here's a tip, to you how to rip
A crab in half, and 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 knick knack wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I pass Solo the

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

As I take the stage, with the dipped gear
I start to show off, with your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the harder I
Usin my rap-fu 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, 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 roll with
I drive a 'Ratti (I drives a Benz) you 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 knick knack paddy give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I pass E the

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, like a pit terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the
though, releases 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, bit my name in vain
rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so many places, other rappers
That called theirself Solo, I made em it
I'm Solo, no name or pretender
Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly contender
Duck MC's, grab my and bit it boldly
Put it they name and ate this up like 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 thought we you"
Joke's on you you heard a bitin ass
bit my name, I want it back, and it's 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 Left
My name's no game for who claim to use my name
In vain their name sounds plain
I remain the same, my flow of style won't yo
The name of the game is for the real to explain
I don't know was you ran or came
I know your I hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the that drove you insane
That walk around puddles, snow and the
With a cane, nothin to gain but
And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no again, nobody but the real
K-S-O-L-O to
When I S-P-E, L-L, W-E, L-L
People all out can T-E-L-L
Rhymes that I got, or write will
For those who don't believe me, can go to
I'm C-I, L-I, F-L-Y
a B-R-I-D, in the S-K-Y
Don't even to be dat's why
L-I-N-E's to M-I-N-E
I'm veche, some rappers imitate
Yo it, Solo here's to make parties sway
People, I won't take any of losses
Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources
household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)