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
It's 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 damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he havin' it
Just him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that is rippin' me off
I think his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin'
I've got 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 the page to a brand new chapter
my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernesto
They'll even print my for pasta with pesto
Now here's special of the day
You see, I've got more spice the frugal gourmet

Finger lickin', finger-lickin' good,
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 for a while
Created a sound at which many shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb at the top of my head
wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
With a point to make, you're bound to take a
Cause I'm the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got type of flavor or style that will suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, because 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
It's finger lickin', it's good, y'all
lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

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

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