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 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 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
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the that want 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 the same, the game remains mine
I got more hooks than a line
the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last and shoot em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I seen your last porno flick, it ain't me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only records they got, are the records their crew bought)
real 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 popping than 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 butts with a and a Newport
we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
more scratching than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get your off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another of rap will stop that
I'm feared than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's 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 take shorts, and no sorts, so take that
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 than a pork chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it mean jack (chill)
To a brother from the hill
track with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I with play 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, 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 the threat of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, where you, you at, at?)
another best will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) That's I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
I never knew a nigga wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme about I want to, microphone 1-2
You're like Lasuran then a bomb 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 top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, her's the true
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 souped to the
Where it's still too thick but still through and through
Always wanted a guy to 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? It's that?
We goin' you again

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