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 if it was, you could make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they (There they are)
A with the do rags be walking, now I had it up to there
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, a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a
Freeze the MC's 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 more than a fish line
Bite the off a snake
Chew up the first to last break and shoot em in the face
way, (move), who are you to test me?
I seen your porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only records they got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
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 of the track with a new thought
You couldn't smoke butts a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more 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 will stop
I'm more feared than a Hill contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm
I won't stop, pop, til that 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 north
Your style's more than a pork chop
I the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, a spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it mean jack (chill)
To a brother from down the
track with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played play dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A starving hungry MC 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 cook the
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the threat of a real life
Pin the on the donkey

(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 from a pit, boom, in his chest
I knew a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To the mighty one, call a bad one
I about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing Lasuran then a bomb do
T-H-E MC O-F T-O L-double O-K
A-T, I-N N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-see
And I might top to step to a
Fancy, and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her's the true
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I don't ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too but still lick through and through
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style that's it
Pin the tail on the

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

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