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 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 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
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the MC's that to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to come and up faster, that could be arranged
the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish
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 last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only records that 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 popping 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 match and a
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 scratching than a funk and a fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get your off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another of rap will stop that
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all
When was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up I'm hot with a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The only I take is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your style's foul than 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 mean (chill)
To a brother from the hill
Back track with a rap remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played with dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A hungry MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm up, it's time ta, call them up, yup
Get em and cut em up, em and cook the duck
luck, tell em to shut up and jet
And feel the threat of a real roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, where you, 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 from a pit, boom, in his
I knew a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, I
Knew he was truly through, plus the one
To the mighty one, call a bad one
I rhyme about I want to, microphone 1-2
doing 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 might top to to a sexy
Fancy, and dancy
No cosmo stomp, her's the form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted a shoe horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
Some get too to the point
Where it's still too thick but still 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 on the donkey

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

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