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 could it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they (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 Nature's for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the tail on the junkie, a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a
Freeze the MC's that want to see
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 stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got more hooks than a fish
Bite the head off a
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot em in the
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only that they got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
Pin the tail on the

(Bring beat back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Vin Rock)]
I do more popping than a blockhead, the wax heads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
Back to the of the track with a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts with a and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play like Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more scratching than a funk and a dope
Go knock the off, get your props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will that
I'm more feared than a Hill contract
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot a warm hate
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that
The only thing I take is the 8 to the path
And I you all the way to the north stop
Your more foul than a pork chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
the big clock, with a spot, tick-tock
Pin the on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill)
To a brother from the hill
Back with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I with play dough
The dough is now, and dildo's feel how
A starving hungry MC gets
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's time ta, call up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and the duck
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the threat of a 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 a hard 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
he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly through, dumb the one
To meet the mighty one, a bad one
I about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran 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 top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, her's the form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted a shoe horn
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 thick but still 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 tail on the

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

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