Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

It's finger lickin', finger-lickin' good,
Finger lickin', good, y'all
finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's finger lickin', good, y'all

Well, Mike d, up?
Yo, Yauch up?
Come on, Mike, let's it up
no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so damn of it
Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is me off
I think it's his girdle tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and growin' onions
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul
I've been going nuts gettin' all
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting
It's time to turn the page to a brand new
Settin' my sights and you know I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernesto
They'll even my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the gourmet

Finger lickin', finger-lickin' good,
It's Finger lickin', good, y'all
finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these good people what it to be D
Well they call me Mike D the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my and I can scream for a while
Created a sound at many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't rocked yet
I've got the light flashing at the top of my head
wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
a point to make, you're bound to take a stand
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the
Got every type of flavor or style will suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like
A snare on the funky tin, and a of the high-hat

lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
A-finger lickin', good, y'all

Ey yo, Yauch up?
Mike D, up?
on Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the
'Cause I can flip a off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout and
Getting on the mic and busting some and
the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm from the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, grin as they walk by
Take time to for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down the revolution
Always my goggles, 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky from the funky fish tanks
I'll my house, sell my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New City, I do believe I've had enough"

We're gonna' be out of her in a
So this one out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock, it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good,
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good,