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 could it to the start
The enemies, do you who they are? (There they are)
A with the do rags be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last (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
It's a new day to play a neighbor
the MC's that want 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, 'cause they stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got more hooks a fish 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 your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, here's a
(The only records that they got, are the records 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)
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 than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the off, get your props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts 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 a warm hate
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
The only I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more foul than a pork
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
Around the big clock, a spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean (chill)
To a brother down the hill
Back track with a rap 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, call up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and the duck
Tough luck, em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life
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 never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran 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 me S-see
And I might top to step to a
Fancy, and dancy
No stomp, her's the true form
Style's so fat, it fitted with a shoe horn
a clearer mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
get too souped to the point
Where it's still too but still lick through and through
wanted 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? It's that?
We rush you again

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