Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

One: El Da Sensai

C'mon and get with that Artifacts 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 Alley
Blew up mad spots, kids were jealous for the
See the shit never 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 slack
crews is on stage 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 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 in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin not givin love to the
Sayin fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the
Shootin me nobody listens to your dissin
yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I when I take pictures
now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin don't even like us
But due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard
And about the tours while 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 how deep my technique freaks 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 rough enough
to prove a point, that the niggaz is the
Magazines we're seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts
Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow down on knees
Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain
Put to shame any who wants to feel the flame
So bring submission to the rap
My right hand is itchin from the shit that I'm
So pass the baton, to the runner up, Tame
I a pound so, c'mon wit da git down

Aiyyo, word to my 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
our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is dunk
My disc in crisp, put funk in funk Humpty Hump
'cause I'm from the underground I'm down wit da git down
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed they ain't shit now
The Artifacts, on every stage we step on
The days of gettin on, are dead because we keep on
peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with bologny
Cause they're as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you know my flow so go and sit
or wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

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