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
though 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 (The Nature's 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
Freeze the MC's want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that be arranged
Dump the of the matinee, 'cause 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 first to last break and em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your porno flick, it ain't impress me
up? Cuddle sport, here's 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 beat back)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

(Vin Rock)]
I do more 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 smoke butts with a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know in
(Def play like Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more scratching than a funk and a fiend
Go the blocks off, get your props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap will that
I'm more feared a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a hate
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 path
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's more foul a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, tick-tock
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't jack (chill)
To a from down the hill
Back track with a rap that funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with play
The dough is real now, and feel 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, em and cook the duck
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the 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 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 knew a really wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
he was truly through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme about what I to, microphone 1-2
You're like Lasuran 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 me S-see
And I might top to to a sexy
Fancy, and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her's the form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where it's still too thick but lick through and through
Always wanted a guy to and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style that's it
Pin the on the donkey

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

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