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

Nah black (why P?) to his own
So knick knack wack 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 up in my spell
You dwell on the other MC's that fell
Apart 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 slow, like me and PMD
And that black, make you real fat
A real swinger, and a real cat
Like a player, or someone 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 watch his flip
So me, the E, I equipped
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 knack wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I pass the microphone

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

As I take the stage, with the dipped gear
I start to show off, with your hands in the air
Because the I get, the harder I kick
Usin my rap-fu style from a rap-fu
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the bass thumps, VU meters
All and pads are drawn, as the teacher speaks
a naughty rapper, tried to steal the flow
But the buck stops here, cause let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, strictly
Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, with no if's and's or
You with the good times, we like to roll with Rush
I a 'Ratti (I drives 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 type of weather, cause two of a feather
Always flock
So knick knack paddy wack the dog a bone
K-Solo, I E the microphone

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, like a pit terrier
Harder it on wax, the more the merrier
though, releases beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get easily
People, gather listen to flow
Yo, so I can prove, that I'm the true
Too suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk rappers thought I was sleepin, but came
To so many places, other 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
MC's, grab my name and bit it boldly
Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and
A rapper he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we you"
on you you heard a bitin ass crew
They bit my name, I want it back, and it's a
Yo PMD tell em (damn you did that)
Now for the record, do I stand for
One lonely 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 those who claim to use my
In vain cause their name plain
I remain the same, my flow of style won't yo
The name of the is for the real Solo to explain
I know was where you ran or came
I your vein I hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the game drove you insane
That walk puddles, snow and the rain
With a cane, to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast of rhyme'll get em tamed
The pain of no fame, no title again, nobody but the
to blame
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 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
Like a B-R-I-D, in the
Don't T-O-Y 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, here's to make parties sway
People, I take any kind of losses
Battlin grabbin the mic and usin resources
Like utensils, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and fading away)