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 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, find a flavor
It's a new day to play a neighbor
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that could be
the last of the matinee, 'cause 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 from the first to last break and shoot em in the
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I seen your last flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only records that got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the on the donkey

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

(Vin Rock)]
I do more popping than a blockhead, wreck the wax
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
to the fact of the track with a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we it's in
(Def play like Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing scratching than a funk and a dope fiend
Go the blocks off, get your props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll off
Another of rap will stop that
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up I'm hot with a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til that head is screwed on
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 north
Your more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the on the jackass, it don't mean 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 play dough
The dough is real now, and feel how
A starving hungry MC when
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
luck, tell em to shut up and jet
And feel the of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That best will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
Three steps a pit, boom, in his chest
I knew a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of me eye-to-eye, then I
he was truly through, dumb plus the one
To meet the mighty one, a bad one
I rhyme about what I to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like 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 me S-see
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
a clearer mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
Some get too 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, treacherous that's 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