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

To the y'all
drumming sound*

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

Verse One: El Da

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my I drag
so listen and raise the white flag
Cause the instructor, of the New verse dusts
another motherfucker I discover what no other
can do, to handle and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the
Spit 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 it's strict against
who suck, and didn't have the best defense
I make shit nice, with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap,
it, whassup what did ya ask me?
Crafty my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been 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 block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!

Verse Tame One

Well I come from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more cheese 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 trail like I was
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 props pon cock, fuck the
Whose techniques are weaker than the for the Gobots
I rock with raw like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up that I got more funk than muskrats
With my pocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip jab shuffle I can smoke ya
it matter, cause all my shit 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 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 king, quick to grease my naps with Royal Crown
and vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga era
whatever my Posse Packs the Pistols
and my Skwad got the Boom, rid the room, get the

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

Outro: Artifacts,

Pump! Pump! We're off the mad shots
[Red] It's that Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump!
Booyaka
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For
Pump! Pump!
[Red] get dapped like that y'all
*sound of rat-a-tat again*
[Red] in the fuckin house y'all
New York's live in the y'all
Newark is live in the y'all
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 fuckin balls