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

C'mon and get down with Artifacts sound
Where kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to
We're strollin the industry B, see we gotta be
the next that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, ain't no time for the
pally throw a match in the Gasoline
Blew up mad spots, kids jealous 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
that, the Artifacts never slack
While crews is on stage wack, we play the back
Now, the flip tripper ripper slits ya wit da
All crews, who paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
Cause nowadays, it's da ways, of the
but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git

Verse Tame One

You know the stacks, if not, then ask niggaz who heard of me
The on the Artifacts in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin not love to the nuccas
Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody 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 rock I got more niggaz on my jock 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 flappin jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad
Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all
So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my shit
C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

Verse MC El, Tame One

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

Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I bombs, but since
our demo had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em a robot
with our props, so now the Notty Niggaz got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky
My disc in crisp, put funk in like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed they ain't shit now
The Artifacts, represent on 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 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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