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 kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to
We're strollin through the B, see we gotta be
the next shit that kicks, cause brothers got it
In this rap shit, no time for the dilly-dally
throw a match in the Gasoline Alley
Blew up mad spots, kids jealous for the props
See the shit stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot
we make, never fake, broke breaks in every crate
Old freestyles and ass copied-over tapes
that, the Artifacts never slack
While crews is on wack, we just 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 they're now, so c'mon wit da git down

Verse Tame One

You know the stacks, if not, ask some niggaz who heard of me
The half on the in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin not givin to the nuccas
Sayin us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
me prison nobody listens to your dissin
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a I'm hittin
the note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures
Cause now I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into 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 flappin jaws
I freak techniques, talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street
Punks junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
So peep how deep my freaks and how my shit sounds
C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

Verse Three: MC El, One

up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to prove a point, that the niggaz is the
Magazines where we're seen, now pop the in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da
Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts
Got, tricks up my so bow down on your knees
Yo, we ain't got the same lame, 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 runner up,
I give a pound so, c'mon wit da git

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

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