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 down with that sound
Where kids get wreck and, the bound to pound
strollin through the industry B, see we gotta be
the shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, ain't no time for the
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, fake, broke breaks in every crate
Old freestyles and dirty ass tapes
Notified that, the Artifacts never
While crews is on wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip ripper slits ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground
but they're wack now, so c'mon wit da git

Verse Tame One

You the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who heard of me
The half on the Artifacts in
Cause brothers be buggin not love to the nuccas
Sayin fuck us, cause we be brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody listens to dissin
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm
the note, so why don't, I smile when I take pictures
Cause now that I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than
I just do my jams with fams and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers 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 leave em all
So peep how deep my technique and how my shit sounds
C'mon wit da c'mon, git 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 seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, believe the Artifacts achieve
Got, up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain
Put to shame any who wants to feel the flame
So bring to the rap recognition
My right is itchin from 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 demo had gaps some said my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others and clock we shocked em like a robot
with our props, so now the Notty Head Niggaz got more yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my drunk style is trunky
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 used to diss us, get cause 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 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 c'mon wit da c'mon, git wit da git down

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