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 El [all] makes it funky
[Red] Redman [all] makes it
Huh, check 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 verse dusts
motherfucker I discover what no other brother
can do, hard to handle and to,
I play Tramp like Grace Jones in movie Vamp
I'm fit to shit, I dip into the skit
Spit exquisite, blitted as I hit it
I I knows the ways of the pros
Bros be like, "Oh nigga's got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it when it's strict
ducks who suck, and didn't the best defense
I make shit nice, defies with my
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., back in the lab create my
Dibble dabble in the midst of the Artifact we
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 thru ya fuckin block
(repeat 3X)
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman cummin ya fuckin!!

Two: Tame One

Well I come live from the exhibit as a misfit
Larger Jurassic Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk I hit more cheese than nacho
Feelin Machu when I Pi on; a Coltrane like
underground fossil, nigga bout to rock ya
So peep it how I freak it check the technique yeah I ya
I glide like drips and 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
passes, V.I.P. all access
I got the props pon cock, the know-nots
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
With my hocus I can fuck up where ya focus
wit my left hook, dip right jab I can smoke ya
it don't matter, all my shit is fatter than the
pads on MPC-60's, hit me you got second to jet G
Straight from the Bricks, now 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

Verse Three: One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my with Royal Crown
and aloe vera 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, unique and beats track in fact
I be dat, nigga who you look for, in your worst
Peace to my nigga Lord Sear and
Display, from N.J.
Notty Terror and da motherfuckin Sensai

Artifacts, Redman

Pump! Pump! lickin 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 cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman 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*
[Red] Jersey's in the fuckin y'all
New York's live in the house
Newark is live in the y'all
E-O's in the house y'all
Word is bond in the y'all
I'm in the hizouse y'all
So get the fuckin balls y'all