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 make it to the start
The enemies, do you who they 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 back for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the tail on the junkie, find a false
It's a new day to play a neighbor
the MC's that want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got hooks than a fish line
Bite the 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 porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(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 more popping 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 smoke butts with a and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play like 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 of rap will stop that
I'm feared than a Sugar Hill 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 stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The thing I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the north
Your style's more than 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 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 played with dough
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A hungry MC gets 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 cook the
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, you, where you at, at?)
That another best will need a hard for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) That's I heard, yep
Three steps a pit, boom, in his chest
I never knew a nigga wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To meet the mighty one, a bad one
I rhyme about I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like then a bomb do
T-H-E MC O-F T-O L-double O-K
A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me
And I top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, her's the true
Style's so fat, it gets with a shoe horn
a clearer mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I don't ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too thick but lick through and through
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, style that's wrecking it
Pin the on the donkey

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

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