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 if it was, you could make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There are)
A devil the do rags 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 on the junkie, find a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got hooks than a fish line
the head off a snake
Chew up from the to last break and shoot em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only records 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 than a blockhead, wreck the wax
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
to the fact of the track with a new thought
You smoke butts 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)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a funk and a dope
Go knock the blocks off, get your off
But don't cop off, cop out, and I'll off
Another renegade of rap will stop
I'm more feared than a Sugar contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my all flow
cursing was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm
I won't stop, pop, til that head is on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so take that
The only thing I take is the 8 to the home
And I you all the way to the north stop
Your style's more foul a pork 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 jack (chill)
To a brother down the hill
Back with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
in the day, y'all, I played with 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, time 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 on the donkey

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That another best will need a hard for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) what I heard, yep
steps from a pit, boom, in his chest
I never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, I
he was truly through, dumb plus the one
To meet the mighty one, a bad one
I rhyme about I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran then a do
MC O-F are-H-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T, I-N N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-see
And I might top to step to a
Fancy, and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her's the true
so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a 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 a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style that's it
Pin the tail on the

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

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