Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

It's lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's finger lickin', good, y'all
finger 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 know he ain't it
give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is me off
I it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin'
I've got bigger buns than my man Bunyan's
I've been going gettin' all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the page to a brand new
Settin' my and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernie
They'll even print my recipe for with pesto
Now here's special of the day
You see, got more 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, 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 lips and I can for a while
Created a sound at which were shocked at
got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb 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 point to make, you're to take a stand
I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style will suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, it's gotta' be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the

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

Ey yo, what up?
D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention a thief in the park
I can flip 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 chew, but I don't bite
My are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking 'bout and
Getting on the mic and some treats and
Sport the crazy funky threads that never even seen before
What I'm lackin' the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a 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 Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the fish tanks
I'll sell my house, my car, and I'll 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 Hurricane is finger lickin' good,