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

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

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

One: El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my I drag
competition so listen and raise the flag
the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another motherfucker I discover what no brother
can do, hard to and to, stamp
I play Tramp like Grace Jones in that Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip the skit
lyrics exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I suppose I knows the 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 shit nice, defies with my device
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 handy
Dandy Mayor Ave., in the lab create my trap
dabble in the midst of the Artifact we have
swiftness, I blitz, and you dig it
N.J., the Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Chorus: Artifacts,

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

Two: Tame One

Well I come live from the Artifact exhibit as a
Larger than Jurassic I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a show I hit more cheese 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 yeah I ya
I glide like drips and blaze a trail like I was
When ill stressed, I still 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
techniques are weaker than the graphics for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel Sue Richards, when Rick smacks her
Up motherfuck that I got more funk muskrats
my hocus pocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip right jab I can smoke ya
it don't matter, cause all my shit is 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 Tame One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my naps Royal Crown
and aloe 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 exact Artifact, who is that, you of
Leak my speakers, unique and freakin beats in fact
I be dat, nigga who you look for, in worst fears
Peace to my nigga 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 block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the and Redman cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump!
[Red]
Pump! Pump! (6X)
For nine-fo'
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get dapped that y'all
*sound of rat-a-tat again*
Jersey's in the fuckin house y'all
New York's in the house y'all
is live in the house y'all
E-O's in the house y'all
Word is in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherfuckin y'all
So niggaz get the fuckin balls