Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

It's finger lickin', good, y'all
lickin', a-finger-lickin' good, y'all
It's lickin', 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
Hear no evil, see no evil, no bullshit
So damn people are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he ain't it
Just him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's me off
Well, Mike D's out back and he's growin'
I've got bigger buns my man Paul Bunyan's
been going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm getting
It's to turn the page to a brand new chapter
my sights and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the paper the with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's another of the day
You see, I've got more spice than the gourmet

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

Well, Mike D, you got for me?
Show these good what it means to be D
Well they me Mike D with the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a
a sound at which many were 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
Never wake up on the side of the bed
an idea man, not a yes-man
With a point to make, you're bound to a stand
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style that will '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

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

Ey yo, Yauch up?
D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, let's 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
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I bite
My ideas are mine I begin to write
In my sleep be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some and
Sport the crazy funky threads you've never even seen before
What I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can find at the thrift
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as 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 Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the fish tanks
I'll my house, sell my car, and I'll 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, cuttin' it up on the
Yeah, finger good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is lickin' good, y'all