Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

Verse One: El Da

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

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 us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody to your dissin
yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take
Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my than bitches
I just wanna do my jams fams and slam into some hypeness
But and backstabbin rappers 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 Broad Street
Punks junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
So peep how deep my technique and how my shit sounds
C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

Verse MC El, Tame One

Hold up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough
to prove a point, that the niggaz is the
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 Artifacts
Got, tricks up my sleeve so bow on your knees
Yo, we got the same lame, ordinary plain game
Put to any crew who wants to feel the flame
So submission to the rap recognition
My right hand is itchin the shit that I'm scriptin
So pass the baton, to the next up, Tame
I a pound so, c'mon wit da git down

Aiyyo, word to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but
our demo tracks had gaps some said my fat was half-assed
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a
with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk is trunky dunk
My disc in crisp, put funk in funk like Hump
'cause I'm comin from the I'm down wit da git down
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't now
The Artifacts, represent on every stage we on
The days of gettin on, are dead because we keep on
peepin weak MC's, who cheese with their bologny
they're phony as fuck, and couldn't pull shit off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you my flow so go and sit down
or wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

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