Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

Verse El Da Sensai

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

Verse Two: One

You know the stacks, if not, ask some niggaz who heard of me
The on the Artifacts in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin not givin to the nuccas
Sayin fuck us, we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody listens to dissin
Cause yo my legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures
now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my with fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin don't even like us
But props due, peep The RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the tours while you be your jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the leave em all beat
So peep how my technique freaks 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
where we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't believe the achieve
Got, tricks up my so bow down on your knees
Yo, we got the same lame, ordinary plain game
Put to shame any who wants to feel the flame
So submission to the rap recognition
My hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin
So pass the baton, to the next runner up,
I give a pound so, wit da git down

Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I bombs, but since
our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat was half-assed
others rock and clock we shocked em like a robot
with our props, so now the Head Niggaz got more knots yo
My are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky dunk
My disc in crisp, put funk in like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm comin the underground I'm down wit da git down
who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now
The Artifacts, on every stage we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are dead we keep on
peepin these weak MC's, who cheese their bologny
Cause they're phony as fuck, and couldn't 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 wit da git down

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