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 if it was, you could make it to the start
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There are)
A with the do rags be walking, now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the straw (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
It's a new day to play with a
the MC's that want to see thee
By now By Nature by me
They want me to come and come up faster, that be arranged
Dump the last of the matinee, they couldn't stand the damn rain
The the same, the game remains mine
I got hooks than a fish line
Bite the off a snake
Chew up from the to last break and shoot em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I your last porno flick, it ain't impress me
Whats up? Cuddle sport, a thought
(The only that they got, are the records their crew bought)
Damn real B rock, get fiening,
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 with a and a Newport
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
more scratching 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
renegade of rap will stop that
I'm more than a Sugar Hill contract
I'm known for Letting The Hos Go, my all flow
cursing was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot with a hate
I won't stop, pop, til that head is on straight
I take shorts, and no sorts, so that clone
The thing I take 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 jack (chill)
To a brother from the hill
Back track with a rap remains funky
(And ugh)
Back in the day, y'all, I with play dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A hungry 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
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And the threat of a real life roughneck
Pin the tail on the

(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? another, Treach?) That's what I heard, yep
Three from a pit, boom, in his chest
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 meet the mighty one, a bad one
I about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're like Lasuran then a bomb do
T-H-E MC O-F are-H-P T-O O-K
A-T, I-N T-H-E N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or 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 a shoe horn
Here's a mirror, dear ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too thick but still through and through
Always wanted a guy to 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?
What happened? It's like
We goin' rush you

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