Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

Verse One: El Da

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

Verse Tame One

You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who of me
The half on the Artifacts in
Cause be buggin not givin love to the nuccas
fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me nobody listens to your dissin
Cause yo my shit's and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I when I take pictures
Cause now that I rock I got more on my jock than bitches
I just do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers even like us
But props due, peep The Source and the Billboard
And read about the while you be flappin your jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Street
talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
So peep how deep my technique and how my shit sounds
C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

Verse Three: MC El, One

Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's enough
to prove a point, the niggaz is the joint
Magazines where seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, believe the Artifacts achieve
Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow on your knees
Yo, we ain't got the lame, ordinary plain game
Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the
So submission to the rap recognition
My right hand is itchin the shit that I'm scriptin
So pass the baton, to the next 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 tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was
Watchin rock and clock we shocked em like a robot
with our props, so now the Notty Niggaz got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk is trunky dunk
My disc in crisp, put in funk like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm 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, on every stage we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are dead because we on
peepin these weak MC's, who with their bologny
Cause they're as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you know my so go and sit down
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

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