Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail On The Donkey

(Vin Rock)]
Oh finally, (here we are)
And for good, are the three, follow me (It far
Even if it was, you could make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who are? (There they are)
A devil with the do rags be walking, now I had it up to
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The back for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got hooks than a fish line
Bite the head off a
Chew up from the first to last and shoot em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, here's a
(The records that they got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
Pin the tail on the

(Bring beat back)
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(Vin Rock)]
I do popping than a blockhead, wreck the wax heads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts with a and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know in
(Def like Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a and a dope fiend
Go the blocks off, get your props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap will that
I'm more feared than a Hill contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
cursing was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up I'm hot with a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til that is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that
The thing I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it mean jack (chill)
To a brother from down the
Back track with a rap that funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with dough
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A starving hungry MC when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and the duck
luck, tell em to shut up and jet
And feel the of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That another best will need a vest for this head check)
(What? another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
I never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran then a do
MC O-F are-H-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me
And I top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too but still lick through and through
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style wrecking it
Pin the on the donkey

What
Yo, yo, yo, yo, up yo?
What happened? It's like
We rush you again

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