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

To the beat
drumming sound*

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

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
competition so listen and raise the flag
Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz dusts
another motherfucker I discover no other 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 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 it's strict against
ducks who suck, and didn't have the best
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, thought handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., in the lab create my trap
dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have
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 block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin ya fuckin!!

Two: Tame One

Well I come live from the Artifact as a misfit
Larger than Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like
underground fossil, nigga bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I 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, taking all things cash, crash, and
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all
I got the props pon cock, fuck the
Whose techniques are weaker the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got more than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip right jab shuffle I can ya
it don't matter, cause all my is fatter than the
pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got five to jet G
Straight 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

Three: Tame One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps with Crown
and aloe vera representin for the Headed nigga era
However whatever my Packs the Pistols
and my got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches

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

Artifacts, Redman

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