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

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

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

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I
competition so listen and raise the white
the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another motherfucker I what no other brother
can do, hard to and to, stamp
I Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the
lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I I knows 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
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
I make shit nice, defies with my
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap,
it, whassup what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought been
Dandy Ave., back in the lab create my trap
Dibble in the midst of the Artifact we have
swiftness, I blitz, and you dig it
from N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da

Chorus: Artifacts,

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

Two: Tame One

Well I come live from the Artifact as a misfit
Larger than Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more than nacho
Feelin when I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, nigga to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it the technique yeah I rock ya
I glide like drips and blaze a like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I still rock a like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all things cash, crash, and
passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon cock, fuck the
Whose techniques are weaker than the graphics for the
I rock with raw like Sue Richards, when 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 right jab shuffle I can 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 Headed 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, to grease my naps with Royal Crown
and aloe vera representin for the Notty nigga era
However my Posse Packs the Pistols
and my got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches

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 fears
Peace to my nigga Sear and Samere
Display, niggaz N.J.
Headed Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai

Outro: Artifacts,

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