Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, d, what's 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 damn of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he havin' it
Just give him some and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his 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 been going gettin' all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the page to a new chapter
Settin' my and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernie
They'll even print my for pasta with pesto
Now another special of the day
You see, I've got more spice the frugal gourmet

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show good people what it means to be D
Well they call me Mike D with the 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 that I ain't 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 idea man, not a
With a point to make, you're bound to a stand
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 gotta' be like that
A on the funky tin, and a taste of the high-hat

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

Ey yo, what up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the
I a hold of your attention like 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 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 funky threads that you've even seen before
What I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can find at the thrift
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear 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 fish from the funky fish
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll all my stuff
"I'm going to New York City, I do believe I've had enough"

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