Luyện nghe bài hát Knick Knack Patty Wack

Yo, and special 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 a dog a bone
K-Solo (yo) I pass P the

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 Grand
Who loves rappin, and to it I stay
I can't tell, you ain't caught up in my
You dwell on the crab MC's that fell
Apart from the start, that know the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's clappin
But me, I know the way it should be
The slow, like me and PMD
And black, will make you real fat
A swinger, and a real cool cat
Like a jazz player, or someone on the
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 come
Heavy ammunition, so I don't to dip
So listen, to this funky fresh
The way I drop it, and the way I was flexin
So knack paddy wack give a dog a bone
PMD (yo) I Solo the microphone

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

As I take the stage, with the 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 from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
as the bass thumps, VU meters peaks
All pens and pads are drawn, as the teacher
Because a naughty rapper, tried to the flow
But the stops here, cause I'mma let you know
No swingin, or knuckles, ammo
Cause as I bust, crush, and then rush
A sucker new jack, no if's and's or but's
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, 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, whatever's
In any type of weather, cause two birds of a
flock together
So knack paddy wack 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 Solo the

Yo, my aggressive, like a pit bull terrier
Harder it on wax, the more the merrier
Maestro though, beats for me
So I can rig up a hit and get paid
People, gather round listen to
Yo, so I can prove, I'm the true Solo
Too suckers, have bit my name in vain
Punk rappers I was sleepin, but Solo came
To so many places, other faces
That called theirself Solo, I em erase it
I'm Solo, no lender or pretender
Yo, I am the Solo the on-ly solo
Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it
Put it behind they and ate this up like ravioli
I heard on KISS, with Red Alert and
A rapper said he Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I we heard you"
on you you heard a bitin ass crew
They bit my name, I want it back, and 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
me a break 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 change yo
The name of the game is for the Solo to explain
I know was where you ran or came
I know your vein I hate name
ashamed, playin the game that drove you insane
That around puddles, snow and the rain
With a cane, nothin to but shame
And my of the fast flow 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 there can
Rhymes I got, or write 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
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 makin veche, some imitate
Yo f*ck it, Solo here's to make sway
People, I won't take any of losses
Battlin rappers the mic and usin resources
Like household utensils, appliances (becoming silent and fading away)