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 paddy wack give a dog a bone
(yo) I pass P the microphone

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

me, yes the MC Grand Royal
Who loves rappin, and to it I loyal
I tell, you ain't caught up in my spell
You on the other crab MC's that fell
Apart from the start, that didn't the art
Of rappin, to keep the people's hands
But it's me, I know the way it be
The slow, like me and PMD
And black, will make you real fat
A swinger, and a real 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 flip
So me, the E, I come
Heavy ammunition, so I don't to dip
So listen, to funky fresh lesson
The way I drop it, and the way I was flexin
So knick knack 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 the stage, with the fresh dipped gear
I start to show off, with your hands in the air
Because the older I get, the I kick
Usin my style from a rap-fu flick
Of my Bic oh another MC's lit
Like a Jack-o-Lantern, on the tip
Cause as the 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 dust bust, crush, and rush
A sucker new jack, with no and's or but's
You roll the good times, we like to roll with Rush
I drive a 'Ratti (I 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 knack paddy wack give the dog a bone
K-Solo, I pass E the

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

Yo, my style's aggressive, 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 easily
People, round listen 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 came
To so many places, other faces
That called Solo, I made em erase it
I'm Solo, no name lender or
Yo, I am the the on-ly solo contender
Duck MC's, grab my name and bit it
Put it behind they name and ate this up ravioli
I on KISS, with Red Alert and Chuck
A rapper he went Solo, I said, "What the FUCK??!"
My man came over, and said, "Yo, I thought we you"
Joke's on you you 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, do I stand 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 those who claim to use my
In vain cause their name plain
I remain the same, my flow of won't change yo
The of the game is for the real Solo to explain
I don't know was where you ran or
I know your I hate your name
You're ashamed, playin the that drove you insane
That walk puddles, snow and the rain
a cane, nothin to gain but shame
And my momentum of the fast flow of get em tamed
The of no fame, no title again, nobody but the real
to blame
When I S-P-E, L-L, 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 to M-I-N-E
I'm makin veche, some rappers
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, kitchen appliances (becoming silent and away)