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

To the beat
*rat-a-tat sound*

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

One: El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I
competition so and raise the white flag
the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another motherfucker I discover what no other
can do, hard to handle and to,
I Tramp like 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
Bros be like, "Oh that got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it when 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 a cap, right
Bust it, what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, 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! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin!!

Verse Tame One

Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a
Larger than Jurassic I lick off like Wilson Pickett
like a talk show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, nigga bout to ya
So peep it how I freak it the technique yeah I rock ya
I like drips and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I rock a vest 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 the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got funk than muskrats
my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip right jab 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
from the Bricks, now back to the N.J.
The Notty Headed Nigga and da motherfuckin

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

Verse Tame One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps Royal Crown
and vera representin for the Notty Headed nigga era
However whatever my 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 look for, in your worst
Peace to my Lord Sear and Samere
Display, niggaz N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da motherfuckin

Artifacts, Redman

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