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 who they are? (There they are)
A devil the do rags be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the straw (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 with a neighbor
the MC's that want to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The the same, the game remains mine
I got more hooks a fish line
Bite the off a snake
Chew up from the first to last break and shoot em in the
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 B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the on the donkey

(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)
Back to the fact of the track a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts with a match and a
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we it's in
(Def play like Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing scratching than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap stop that
I'm feared than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up I'm hot with a warm hate
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I shorts, and no sorts, so take that clone
The only thing I is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more foul than a chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, a spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean (chill)
To a brother from down the
Back track with a rap that remains
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with play
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A hungry MC gets when
MC falamin own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's ta, call them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, em and cook the duck
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the threat of a life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, you, where you at, at?)
That another best need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) That's I heard, yep
Three from a pit, boom, in his chest
I never knew a nigga really to die
Instead he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, I
Knew he was truly through, dumb the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme about I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing Lasuran then 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 top to step to a sexy
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, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where still too thick but still lick through 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 tail on the

What
Yo, yo, yo, yo, up yo?
happened? It's like that?
We rush you again

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