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 give a dog a bone
K-Solo (yo) I pass P the

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

It's me, yes the MC Royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
You dwell on the other crab MC's that
Apart from the start, that didn't the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's clappin
But it's me, I 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 someone on the
Producing hits 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
ammunition, so I don't 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 pass Solo the

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

As I take the stage, with the fresh gear
I start to show off, with throw hands in the air
Because the I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu style 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 are drawn, as the teacher speaks
Because a rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the stops here, cause I'mma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly
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 a Benz) you ride the bus
So get out the mustard, crab, because it's time to
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
Always together
So knick paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit bull
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the
though, releases beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get easily
People, gather round to flow
Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo
Too many suckers, bit my name in vain
Punk rappers I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so places, other rappers faces
That called theirself Solo, I made em it
I'm Solo, no name or pretender
Yo, I am the the on-ly solo contender
Duck MC's, grab my and bit it boldly
Put it behind name and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red and Chuck
A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"
Joke's on you you heard a ass crew
They bit my name, I it back, and it's a fact
Yo PMD tell em (damn you did that)
Now for the record, do I stand for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who one, single applause
Give me a break my
My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left
My name's no game for those who claim to use my
In vain cause their name sounds
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 vein I hate name
You're ashamed, playin the that drove you insane
That walk puddles, snow and the rain
With a cane, nothin to but shame
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
I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L
People all out can T-E-L-L
Rhymes I got, or write will S-E-L-L
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 veche, some rappers imitate
Yo f*ck it, here's to make parties sway
People, I take any kind of losses
Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources
household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)