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

To the y'all
*rat-a-tat drumming

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

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my I drag
competition so listen and raise the flag
Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz dusts
another motherfucker I discover what no other
can do, hard to and to, stamp
I play Tramp Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to shit, I dip into the skit
Spit exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I knows the of the pros
be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it it's strict against
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
I make shit nice, with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap,
Bust it, what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my P-Funk, thought been handy
Dandy Ave., back in the lab create my trap
Dibble dabble in the 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! We're lickin off the mad
It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!

Two: Tame One

Well I come live the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, nigga to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique I rock ya
I glide like drips and blaze a like I was Portland
ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all cash, crash, and asses
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all
I got the pon cock, fuck the know-nots
Whose are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got funk than muskrats
With my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya
wit my left hook, dip right jab 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
Straight from the Bricks, now to the N.J.
The Notty Headed and da motherfuckin Sensai

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

Verse Three: One, MC El

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

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

Outro: Artifacts,

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