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 if it was, you could make it to the start
The enemies, do you who they are? (There they are)
A devil with the do be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, the last straw (The Nature's back for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the tail on the junkie, a false flavor
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got more than a fish line
the head off a snake
Chew up the first to last break and shoot em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your last flick, it ain't impress me
up? Cuddle sport, here's a thought
(The records that they 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 popping a blockhead, wreck the wax heads
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track with a new
You couldn't smoke with a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a we know, we know it's in
(Def like Poppa Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more scratching than a funk and a fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap will that
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm hate
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The only thing I is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more foul than a chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
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 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 MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's time ta, them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and cook the
luck, tell em to shut 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 will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) what I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
I never knew a really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To the mighty one, call a bad one
I rhyme what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like then a bomb 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 might top to step to a
Fancy, and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her's the true
Style's so fat, it fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where it's still too thick but still lick through and
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, style that's wrecking it
Pin the tail on the

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

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