Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

C'mon wit da c'mon, git wit da git down (4X)

Verse El Da Sensai

C'mon and get down with Artifacts sound
Where kids get wreck and, the bound to pound
strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be
the next shit that kicks, brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, no time for the dilly-dally
pally a match in the Gasoline Alley
Blew up mad spots, were jealous for the props
See the shit never stops Hobbes, lookin for my dillz-knot
Styles we make, fake, broke breaks in every crate
Old and dirty ass copied-over tapes
Notified that, the never slack
While is on stage wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip ripper slits ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
Cause nowadays, da ways, of the underground
but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git

Verse Tame One

You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who of me
The on the Artifacts in Jersey
Cause brothers be not givin love to the nuccas
fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison listens to your dissin
Cause yo my legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I when I take pictures
Cause now that I I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
But and backstabbin rappers don't even like us
But props due, peep The RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the tours while you be flappin your
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than from Broad Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all
So peep how deep my technique and how my shit sounds
wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

Verse MC El, Tame One

Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the rough enough
to prove a point, that the is the joint
Magazines where seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't the Artifacts achieve
Got, up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
Yo, we ain't got the lame, ordinary plain game
Put to shame any crew who wants to the flame
So bring submission to the rap
My right hand is itchin from the shit I'm scriptin
So pass the baton, to the runner up, Tame
I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git

Aiyyo, to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since
our demo had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others rock and we shocked em like a robot
with our props, so now the Notty Head got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky
My in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump
I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git down
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't now
The Artifacts, represent on every stage we on
The days of gettin slept on, are because we keep on
peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with bologny
Cause they're phony as fuck, and pull shit off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you my flow so go and sit down
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

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