Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, Mike d, up?
Yo, Yauch up?
Come on, Mike, tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, talkin' no
So many damn people are so damn of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he 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 he's onions
I've got buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know I'm after
I'll be in the the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta pesto
Now another special of the day
You see, I've got spice than the frugal gourmet

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

Well, Mike D, you got for me?
these good people what it means to be D
Well they me Mike D with the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can for a while
Created a sound at which many shocked at
I've got a million ideas I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
With a point to make, bound to take a stand
Cause I'm the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of or style that will suit 'ya
You know the bass is fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A snare on the tin, and a taste of the high-hat

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

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

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