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 though if it was, you make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who are? (There they are)
A devil with the do be walking, now I had it up to there
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 flavor
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the that want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
want me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got more hooks than a line
Bite the off a snake
Chew up the first to last break and shoot em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I seen your last flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only records that got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
Pin the tail on the

(Bring that back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Vin Rock)]
I do more 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 with a match and a Newport
we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a and a dope fiend
Go knock the off, get your props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more feared than a Sugar contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up 'cause I'm hot a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til that head is on straight
I shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
The only thing I take is the 8 to the home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
the big clock, with a spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean (chill)
To a brother down the hill
Back track with a rap that funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played play dough
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A starving hungry MC gets
MC falamin own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's ta, call them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, em and cook the duck
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And the threat of a real life roughneck
Pin the on the donkey

(Can I get a witness?)

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

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

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go