Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, Mike d, up?
Yo, what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's it up
no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so 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 that Vince is me off
I think it's his girdle tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's onions
got bigger buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've been going nuts gettin' all
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting
It's time to turn the page to a new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with
Now here's 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,
It's lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these good 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 sound at which many shocked at
I've got a ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light flashing at the top of my head
Never wake up on the wrong of the bed
an idea man, not a yes-man
With a point to make, you're bound to take a
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, the Moocher
Got every of flavor or style that will suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like
A on the funky 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?
D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a groove a flash in the dark
I a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I bite
My ideas are mine when I to write
In my sleep I'll be 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and some treats and
Sport the crazy funky that you've never even seen before
I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just as they walk by
Take time to for a girl I hear talk fly
Down papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles, 'cause there's so pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the
Gotta free the funky from the funky fish tanks
sell 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"

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