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

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

Verse Tame One

You know the stacks, if not, then ask niggaz who heard of me
The half on the in Jersey
Cause brothers be buggin not love to the nuccas
Sayin us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison listens to your dissin
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm
the high note, so why don't, I smile when I pictures
Cause now I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with and slam into some hypeness
But biters and backstabbin rappers don't even us
But due, peep The Source RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the tours while you be flappin your
I freak techniques, cause talk is than beepers from Broad Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the leave em all beat
So peep how 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, the niggaz is the joint
Magazines where seen, now pop the tape in your deck
I got the Heavy 'cause I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't 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 any crew 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 a pound so, c'mon wit da git down

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

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