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 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 Royal
Who rappin, and to it I stay loyal
I tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
You dwell on the other crab MC's 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 black, will make you real fat
A real swinger, and a cool 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 in half, and watch his posse flip
So me, the E, I come
Heavy ammunition, so I have to dip
So listen, to this funky lesson
The way I it, and the way that I was flexin
So knack 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 a dog a bone
Yo, I P the microphone

As I take the stage, with the fresh 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 flick
Of my Bic oh shit MC's lit
a Jack-o-Lantern, on the Halloween 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 let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, ammo
as I dust bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no and's or but's
You roll with the good times, we like to roll with
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 of weather, cause two birds of a feather
flock together
So knick knack 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 pass Solo the

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier
Harder it sounds on wax, the more the
Maestro though, releases for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid
People, gather round listen to
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the Solo
Too suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk rappers I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so places, other rappers faces
That theirself Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no lender or pretender
Yo, I am the Solo the solo contender
MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate up like ravioli
I on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck
A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we you"
Joke's on you you heard a ass crew
bit my name, I want 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, single
Give me a my brother
My name stands for Kevin Self, Left Others
My name's no game for those who to use my name
In vain cause their name 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 was where you ran or came
I know your vein I hate your
You're ashamed, playin the game drove you insane
That walk around puddles, and the rain
With a cane, nothin to but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of 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
all out there can T-E-L-L
Rhymes that I got, or write S-E-L-L
For those who believe me, can go to H-E-L-L
I'm from C-I, L-I,
Like a B-R-I-D, in the
even T-O-Y to be dat's why
L-I-N-E's belong to
I'm makin veche, some rappers
Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make parties
People, I won't take any kind of
Battlin rappers the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, kitchen (becoming silent and fading away)