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 the do rags be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, the last straw (The Nature's back for)
(Better disco) (R-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-are-ound)
Pin the on the junkie, find a false flavor
It's a new day to play with a
Freeze the MC's that 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, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The pain's the same, the remains mine
I got more hooks than a fish
the head off a snake
Chew up from the first to last 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 they got, are the their crew bought)
real 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 than a blockhead, wreck the wax
I'm fed, (Go ahead, you tackhead)
Back to the fact of the track with a new
You couldn't smoke butts a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a we know, we know it's in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a funk and a fiend
Go the blocks off, get your props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap will stop
I'm more feared than a Sugar Hill
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my 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 head is on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
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 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 don't jack (chill)
To a brother from the hill
Back track a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I played play dough
The is real now, and dildo's feel how
A starving hungry MC when
MC falamin 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
luck, tell em to shut 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, where you, you at, at?)
That another best will 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 never a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
Knew he was through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I about what 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 step to a
Fancy, prancy and
No stomp, her's the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
Here's a clearer mirror, ya
in nearer, 'cause I don't fear ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too thick but still lick through and
wanted a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous that's wrecking it
Pin the on the donkey

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

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