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 could make it to the
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 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 want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that 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 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
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only that they got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
Pin the on the donkey

(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 butts 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 like Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop
I'm more feared a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm
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 home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more foul than a pork
I rock the hip-hop, 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 a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A starving MC gets when
MC falamin 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
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, you, where you at, at?)
That another best need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
Three from a pit, boom, in his chest
I never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
he was truly through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran then a do
T-H-E MC O-F are-H-P T-O O-K
A-T, I-N N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-see
And I might top to to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No stomp, her's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a horn
a clearer mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where still too thick but still lick through and through
Always wanted a guy to and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style wrecking it
Pin the on the donkey

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

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