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

To the y'all
drumming sound*

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

Verse One: El Da

I Ego like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds 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, hard to and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that 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 it's strict
ducks who suck, and didn't have the best
I make nice, defies with my device
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can a cap, right
it, whassup 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 we have
swiftness, I blitz, and you dig it
from N.J., the Notty Headed 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 lickin off the mad
[Red] the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!

Verse Tame One

Well I come live from the exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like
Hostile underground fossil, bout to rock ya
So it how I freak it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I glide drips and blaze a trail like I was Portland
ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, all things cash, crash, and asses
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all
I got the props pon cock, the know-nots
Whose techniques are than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw like Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up that I got more funk than muskrats
With my hocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my hook, dip right 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 second 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

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
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, nigga who you for, in your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and
Display, from N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Outro: Artifacts,

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