Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, Mike d, up?
Yo, Yauch 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 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 onions
I've got buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
Fully hermitizing but now I'm 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 for pasta with pesto
Now here's special of the day
You see, I've got more than the frugal gourmet

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

Well, Mike D, you got for me?
Show these people what it means 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 many were shocked at
I've got a ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
got the light bulb 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 take a
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 it's gotta' be like
A snare on the funky tin, and a taste of the

Finger lickin', finger-lickin' good,
lickin', a-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?
D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, tear it up
Well, I could a groove like a flash in the dark
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 switching up the rhythm the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I bite
My ideas are mine I begin to write
In my I'll 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' the mackin' I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they by
Take to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, with the revolution
Always wear my goggles, 'cause 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 I'll 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 is finger lickin' good, y'all