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

and get down with that 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 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 lookin for my
Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every
Old freestyles and ass copied-over tapes
Notified that, the never slack
While crews is on stage wack, we play the back
Now, the flip tripper ripper 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 wit da git down

Verse Two: 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
fuck us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison nobody listens to your
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm
the high note, so why don't, I when I take pictures
Cause now I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers even like us
But due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the while you be flappin your jaws
I freak techniques, cause talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad
Punks junk, Tame and the Sensai leave em all beat
So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my sounds
wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

Verse MC El, Tame One

up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to prove a point, that the is the joint
Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your
I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da
Niggaz, can't the Artifacts achieve
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 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 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 style is trunky dunk
My disc in crisp, put in funk like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm wit da git down
MC's who used to us, get pissed cause they ain't shit now
The Artifacts, represent on stage we step on
The days of gettin slept on, are 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 my flow so go and sit down
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

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