Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, d, what's up?
Yo, what's up?
on, Mike, let's tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, no bullshit
So many damn are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you he ain't havin' it
Just give him some wood and build you a cabinet
I'm convinced Vince is rippin' me off
I think his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out and he's growin' onions
got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
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 sights and you what I'm after
be in the paper the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta pesto
Now here's another of the day
You see, got more spice than the frugal gourmet

Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's 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 D with the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my and I can scream for a while
a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an man, not a yes-man
With a to make, you're bound to take a stand
Cause I'm the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style that suit 'ya
You know the is real fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A on the funky tin, and a taste of the high-hat

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

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 of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I bite
My ideas are when I begin to write
In my sleep be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some and
the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lackin' the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the
Always wear my goggles, 'cause there's so much
I can do the Freak, the Duke, and the Spank
Gotta the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and sell all my stuff
"I'm back 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 is finger lickin' good, y'all