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 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 Nature's for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the on the junkie, find a false flavor
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 and come up faster, that could be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, 'cause they stand the damn rain
The the same, the game remains mine
I got more than a fish 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 seen your last flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? sport, here's a thought
(The only records that they got, are the their crew bought)
real B rock, get fiening, spunky
Pin the tail on the

(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 with a new thought
You couldn't smoke with a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know in
(Def like Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more than a funk and a dope fiend
Go knock the off, get your props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for The Hos Go, my demo's all flow
When cursing was a no-no, you
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a warm
I stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so take 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 pork
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop
Around the big clock, a spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it don't mean (chill)
To a brother from the hill
track with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I with play dough
The dough is now, and dildo's feel how
A starving MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, 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 of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(Can I get a witness?)

(Vin Rock)]
(Check check, where you, you at, at?)
That another will need a hard vest for this head check)
(What? There's another, Treach?) That's I heard, yep
Three steps a pit, boom, in his chest
I never knew a really wanted to die
he bit, instead of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was through, dumb plus the one
To meet the mighty one, 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 T-O L-double 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 cosmo stomp, her's the true
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a horn
a clearer mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, I don't fear ya
Some get too to the point
it's still too thick 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

What
Yo, yo, yo, yo, up yo?
What happened? like that?
We goin' rush you

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