Luyện nghe bài hát Cummin' Thru Ya F-Kin Block

To the beat
*rat-a-tat drumming

Make it funky (4X)
[Red] My nigga [all] makes it funky
[Red] My nigga El [all] makes it
[Red] Redman [all] makes it
[Red] Huh, it out

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
competition so listen and raise the flag
Cause the instructor, of the New verse dusts
another motherfucker I discover what no brother
can do, hard to handle and to,
I play Tramp like Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the
lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I the ways of the pros
be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it when strict against
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
I shit nice, defies with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap,
Bust it, whassup did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, been handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., back in the lab create my
Dibble dabble in the midst of the we have
swiftness, I blitz, and you dig it
N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Chorus: Artifacts,

Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and cummin thru ya fuckin!!

Verse Tame One

Well I live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than
Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, nigga bout to ya
So it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I glide like and blaze a trail like I was Portland
ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all cash, crash, and asses
passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon cock, fuck the
techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck I got more funk than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya
wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can ya
it don't matter, cause all my shit is than the
pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now to the N.J.
The Notty Nigga and da motherfuckin Sensai

Hoooaaaahhh! One two, one two, one two
This is for Jersey, ahh, ah hah
One two, one two

Verse Tame One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps Royal Crown
and aloe representin for the Notty Headed nigga era
However my Posse Packs the Pistols
and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the

The Artifact, who is that, you speak of
Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats in fact
I be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst
Peace to my Lord Sear and Samere
Display, niggaz N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Outro: Artifacts,

Pump! Pump! We're off the mad shots
[Red] It's Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! We're off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] Big up to Boom cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump!
Booyaka
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get dapped that y'all
*sound of drumming again*
[Red] Jersey's in the fuckin y'all
New York's live in the house
Newark is live in the y'all
E-O's live in the y'all
Word is in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse
So niggaz get the fuckin y'all