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

To the beat
*rat-a-tat sound*

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

Verse El Da Sensai

I Ego Trip Ultramag, sag my Girbauds I drag
competition so and raise the white flag
the instructor, of the New Jerz verse dusts
another motherfucker I discover no other brother
can do, hard to handle and to,
I play Tramp like Grace in that movie Vamp
I'm fit to wreck shit, I dip into the
Spit lyrics exquisite, as I hit it
I suppose I the ways of the pros
be like, "Oh that nigga's got mad flows"
Creep'll get it deep, I got it when it's against
ducks who suck, and didn't have the defense
I make shit nice, defies with my
And if I'm in a rap fight, you can catch a cap,
Bust it, what did ya ask me?
Crafty with my sassafrass P-Funk, thought handy
Dandy Ave., back 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 Headed Terror and da Sensai

Artifacts, Redman

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

Two: Tame One

Well I come live from the exhibit as a misfit
Larger than Park I lick off like Wilson Pickett
Drama like a talk 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 check the technique yeah I ya
I glide like and blaze a trail like I was Portland
When ill stressed, I rock a vest like Ed Norton
The ill king, all things cash, crash, and asses
Backstage passes, V.I.P. all
I got the props pon cock, the know-nots
Whose techniques are weaker than the for the Gobots
I rock with raw steel like Sue Richards, when smacks her
Up that I got more 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, all my shit is fatter 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

Three: Tame One, MC El

I'm the black king, quick to grease my with Royal Crown
and aloe vera representin for the Headed nigga era
However my Posse Packs the Pistols
and my got the Boom, rid the room, get the bitches

The exact Artifact, who is that, you of
Leak my speakers, unique and beats track in fact
I be dat, who you look for, in your worst fears
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 Notty Headed Nigga cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! We're lickin off the mad
Big up to Boom Skwad's cummin thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump! lickin off the mad shots
[Red] It's the Artifacts and Redman thru ya fuckin block
Pump! Pump!
Booyaka
Pump! Pump! (6X)
[Red] For
Pump! Pump!
[Red] Artifacts get dapped like y'all
*sound of rat-a-tat drumming
[Red] Jersey's in the fuckin y'all
New York's in the house y'all
Newark is live in the y'all
E-O's live in the house
Word is in the hizouse y'all
I'm in the motherfuckin hizouse
So niggaz get the balls y'all