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

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

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

Verse One: El Da

I Ego Trip Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
competition so listen and the white flag
the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another I discover what no other brother
can do, to handle and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip the skit
Spit exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I the ways of the pros
Bros be like, "Oh nigga's got mad flows"
get it deep, I got it when it's strict against
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
I shit 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, been handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., in the lab create my trap
Dibble dabble in the midst of the we have
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! We're off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin ya fuckin!!

Verse Tame One

Well I live from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk show I hit more than nacho
Feelin Machu I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique I rock ya
I glide like drips and blaze a trail I was Portland
When ill stressed, I rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, taking all cash, crash, and asses
passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon cock, fuck the
Whose techniques are weaker than the 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 hook, dip right jab shuffle 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 the Bricks, now back to the N.J.
The Notty Headed Nigga and da 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 my naps with Royal Crown
and aloe vera representin for the Notty Headed era
However whatever my 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, unique and freakin track in fact
I be dat, nigga who you look for, in worst fears
to my nigga Lord Sear and Samere
Display, from N.J.
Notty Headed and da motherfuckin Sensai

Artifacts, Redman

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