Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

Verse One: El Da

C'mon and get down with that sound
Where get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound
We're strollin the industry B, see we gotta be
the next that 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 jealous for the props
See the shit stops Hobbes, just lookin for my dillz-knot
Styles we make, never fake, breaks in every crate
Old freestyles and dirty ass tapes
Notified that, the Artifacts never
crews is on stage wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip tripper ripper ya wit da mixture
All crews, who paid dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
Cause nowadays, da ways, of the underground
but they're wack now, so wit da git down

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 buggin not givin love to the
Sayin fuck us, we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me nobody listens to your dissin
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a 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 wanna do my jams fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers don't like us
But props due, peep The RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the tours you be flappin your jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper beepers from Broad Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai 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 duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to prove a point, that the niggaz is the
Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your
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 ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain
Put to shame any crew who to feel the flame
So bring to the rap recognition
My right hand is from 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, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but
our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat raps was
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a
with our props, so now the Head Niggaz got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is dunk
My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty
'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm down wit da git
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they shit now
The Artifacts, represent on every we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are dead we keep on
peepin these 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 my flow so go and sit down
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git wit da git down

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