Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, d, what's up?
Yo, Yauch 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 he ain't havin' it
Just give him wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm that Vince 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 bigger buns than my man Bunyan's
I've been going nuts all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm souped-up
It's time to turn the to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta pesto
Now here's special of the day
You see, I've got more spice the frugal gourmet

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these good what it means to be D
they call 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 that I ain't even yet
I've got the light flashing at the top of my head
wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
a point to make, you're bound to take a stand
Cause I'm the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style that 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', a-finger-lickin' good,
It's finger lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
A-finger lickin', finger-lickin' good,

Ey yo, what up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the
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 up the rhythm like 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 I'll be thinking beats and
Getting on the mic and some treats and
Sport the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen
What I'm from the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they by
Take time to rhyme for a 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 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 this one goes out to my man, C
My brother Adrock, it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is lickin' good, y'all