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
though 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 flavor
It's a new day to play with a
the MC's 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 rain
The pain's the same, the game mine
I got more hooks than a fish
Bite the off a snake
Chew up from the first to last and shoot em in the face
Make way, (move), who are you to me?
I seen your last porno flick, it ain't 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 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 butts with a match and a Newport
Here we go, we go, we go again, with a flow we know, we know in
(Def play Poppa Simpson)
KayGee's on the slice, can he
Doing more scratching than a and a dope fiend
Go knock the blocks off, get props off
But cop off, cop out, and I'll cuts off
Another renegade of rap stop that
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 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 you all the way to the north 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 on the jackass, it don't mean jack (chill)
To a brother from down the
track with a rap that remains funky
(And ugh)
in the day, y'all, I played with play dough
The dough is real now, and dildo's how
A starving MC gets when
MC your own is the big sin
I'm starving up, it's time ta, call up, yup
Get em and cut em up, stuff em and cook the
Tough luck, tell em to up and jet
And feel the threat of a 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 steps a pit, boom, in his chest
I knew a nigga really wanted to die
Instead he bit, of looking me eye-to-eye, then I
he was truly through, dumb plus the one
To meet the one, call a bad one
I rhyme about 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 N-I-N-E-T-I-E, or watch me S-see
And I might top to to a sexy
Fancy, prancy and
No cosmo stomp, the true form
Style's so fat, it gets fitted with a shoe
Here's a clearer mirror, ya
Looking in nearer, 'cause I fear ya
Some get too souped to the
Where it's still too thick but lick through and through
Always a guy to come and try
To get sly and try ta, get by my
Hideous, treacherous style wrecking it
Pin the on the donkey

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

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