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

It's P

To rip the M the I to C

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

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

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

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

As I the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to off, with throw your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the harder I
Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the 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 dust bust, crush, and 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 knick knack paddy give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

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

Yo, my aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the
Maestro though, 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, have bit my in vain
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but Solo
To so many places, rappers faces
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 name and bit it
Put it they name and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on KISS, Red Alert and Chuck
A said he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man over, and said, "Yo, I thought we heard you"
on you you heard a bitin 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, what do I for
One lonely rapper on the stage, who gets one, applause
Give me a break my
My name stands for Kevin Self, Organization Left
My name's no game for who claim to use my name
In vain cause name sounds plain
I remain the same, my of style won't change yo
The name of the is for the real Solo to explain
I don't know was where you ran or
I know vein I hate your name
You're ashamed, the game that drove you insane
That around puddles, snow 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
K-S-O-L-O to
I S-P-E, L-L, very W-E, L-L
People all out there can
Rhymes that I got, or will S-E-L-L
For those who don't 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 to be dat's why
L-I-N-E's to M-I-N-E
I'm makin veche, some rappers
Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties
People, I won't any kind of losses
Battlin rappers grabbin the mic and usin
Like household utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming and fading away)