Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

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

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show good people what it means to be D
Well they call me Mike D with the mad-man
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a
Created a at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my
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 the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style will suit 'ya
You the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the

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

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

gonna' be out of her in a minute
So this one out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock, cuttin' it up on the
Yeah, lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is lickin' good, y'all