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

To the beat
*rat-a-tat sound*

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

Verse El Da Sensai

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

Artifacts, Redman

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

Verse Tame One

Well I come live from the exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson
Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese than
Feelin when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
underground fossil, nigga bout to rock ya
So it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I glide like drips and blaze a trail like I was
When ill stressed, I still a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, all things cash, crash, and asses
passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon cock, the know-nots
techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got more than muskrats
my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip jab shuffle I can smoke ya
it don't matter, cause all my shit is than the
pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five to jet G
from the Bricks, now back 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 with 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, and freakin beats track in fact
I be dat, who you look for, in your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Sear and Samere
Display, niggaz N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Artifacts, Redman

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