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 devil with the do rags be walking, now I had it up to
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
a new day to play with a neighbor
Freeze the that want to see thee
By now Naugh-ty By by me
They want me to come and come up faster, could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they couldn't stand the damn
The the same, the game remains mine
I got more hooks than a line
the head 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? sport, here's a thought
(The only records that they got, are the records their bought)
Damn B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the on the donkey

(Bring that 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 a match and a Newport
we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know it's in
(Def play like Simpson)
on the slice, can he co-clean?
Doing more scratching than a funk and a dope
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But don't cop off, cop out, and cuts off
Another renegade of rap will that
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm for Letting The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
cursing was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up I'm hot with a warm hate
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The only thing I is the 8 to the path home
And I take you all the way to the stop
Your more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
Around the big clock, with a spot,
Pin the tail on the jackass, it mean jack (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 dough
The dough is now, and dildo's feel how
A starving hungry MC gets
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's 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 of a real life roughneck
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 vest for head check)
(What? another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
Three steps from a pit, boom, in his
I never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, I
Knew he was through, dumb plus the one
To the mighty one, call a bad one
I rhyme what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doing like Lasuran then a 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 top to step to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No stomp, her's the true form
so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I don't ya
get too souped to the point
Where it's still too but still lick through and through
wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous that's wrecking it
Pin the tail on the

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

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