Luyện nghe bài hát Pin The Tail On The Donkey

(Vin Rock)]
Oh finally, (here we are)
And for good, are the three, me (It ain't far
Even though if it was, you make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There are)
A devil with the do be walking, now I had it up to there
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, find a false
It's a new day to play a neighbor
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They me to come and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got more hooks than a line
the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last and shoot em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your last porno flick, it ain't me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only records that they got, are the their crew bought)
Damn B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the tail on the

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

(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 with 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 play Poppa Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more scratching than a funk and a dope
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap stop that
I'm more feared a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a hate
I won't stop, pop, til that head is screwed on
I shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
The only thing I is the 8 to the path home
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
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't jack (chill)
To a brother down the hill
Back track with a rap that remains
(And ugh)
in the day, y'all, I played with play dough
The dough is real now, and feel how
A starving MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's 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 threat of a real 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
steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
I never knew a nigga really to die
Instead he bit, instead of 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 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 top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, her's the form
so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a clearer mirror, ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I don't 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 on the donkey

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

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