Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

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 people are so full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he havin' it
Just give him some wood and build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that is rippin' me off
I think it's his that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's onions
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul
I've been going nuts all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting
It's to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernie
They'll print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now another special 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
It's lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these people what it means 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 which many were at
got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the bulb flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
With a point to make, you're bound to a stand
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the
Got every of flavor or style that will suit 'ya
You the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a of the high-hat

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

Ey yo, what up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I bite
My ideas are when I begin to write
In my I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and some treats and
Sport the 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 nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down the revolution
wear my goggles, 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the
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 goes out to my man, C
My Adrock, cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good,
DJ Hurricane is finger good, y'all