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

To the beat
*rat-a-tat drumming

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

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip like Ultramag, sag my I drag
so listen and raise the white flag
Cause the instructor, of the New Jerz verse
another motherfucker I what no other brother
can do, to handle and to, stamp
I Tramp like Grace Jones in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip the skit
Spit lyrics exquisite, 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 it's strict
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
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 been
Dandy Mayor Ave., 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

Artifacts, Redman

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

Two: Tame One

Well I come from the Artifact exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson
Drama like a show I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu I Pi on; a Coltrane like Roscoe
Hostile underground fossil, nigga bout to ya
So peep it how I it check the technique yeah I rock ya
I like drips and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I still rock a vest like Ed
The ill king, taking all cash, crash, and asses
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all
I got the pon cock, fuck the know-nots
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 funk than muskrats
With my 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
on MPC-60's, hit me you got five second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now to the N.J.
The Headed Nigga 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, quick to grease my naps Royal Crown
and aloe representin for the Notty Headed nigga era
whatever 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, unique and freakin track in fact
I be dat, nigga who you for, in your worst fears
Peace to my nigga Lord and Samere
Display, niggaz N.J.
Notty Headed Terror and da Sensai

Artifacts, Redman

Pump! Pump! lickin 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 Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump!
[Red]
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get like that y'all
*sound of drumming again*
[Red] Jersey's in the fuckin y'all
New York's live in the 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 y'all
So get the fuckin balls y'all