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

Well, d, what's up?
Yo, what's up?
Come on, Mike, tear it up
no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you he ain't havin' it
give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm that Vince is rippin' me off
I it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out and he's growin' onions
I've got bigger buns than my man Paul
I've been going nuts gettin' all
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 Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta pesto
Now another special of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the frugal

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these 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
a sound at which many were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my
Never wake up on the side of the bed
an idea 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 or style that will suit 'ya
You the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the

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

Ey yo, what up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of gum
Now I chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to
In my I'll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and some treats and
the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lackin' from the I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear fly
Down some papaya, down with the
Always 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 tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do I've had enough"

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