Luyện nghe bài hát Lyric Licking

(talking)
Hi everybody. It's Del the Funky Homosapien, down with
Dopest crew in the World, coming with the new '96 shit! it out

will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
will, you know, you know!
Hieroglyphics
you up!

It's me, really me, not a
I know some sound alike but when I'm a mic
cut! You know the skit
Del
Rapper international, with that style
I get the, off my consciousness and
Pull out the
I'm on shit you ain't around, in the town, clown!
Rebound!
Go get on your and call
Your crew so I can call protocol
I don't give a shit, I to get lit ("yeah!")
Split the roll that bitch!
And it hits correct and right
Make po-po out of sight
Or they gonna have us up tonight, sike!
We in the cut with the best available
Peelt out laughin' in a trail of
Oaktown, where niggas get down in ways than one
It don't till the raising sun
Mentally unstable with the rhymes that rock yo'
The author of flows that liquidate emcees
Then I scoop 'em with a
I stay ill and
Outta my mind with mics but gotta be in before
Emcees me with chains of garlic
But their brains are
Then I off the carcass
A lot of niggas fuss just we the best for us[?]
Niggas faker with they than the Snuffleluffagus
and bends, I recommend
Before I make blood
When I check chin
common knowledge Mr. Del demolish ("You ain't know?")
Taking you back to the days of and collards, come on!

(chorus)
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
will ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Hieroglyphics ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
D-E-L ("Lick you wid our lyrics!")

Yeah!
I perceive more the average madness
Niggas get the giggles when they find my shit is
The radical, hip-hop fanatical who do what's
fact, no tact, you'll get intercepted!
Kept it away, from emcees ''cause
know what to do wit' it
Pursuing it don't you gonna catch it
I willing women backwards on the mattress
At this access got niggas
I'm crackin' and niggas actin' fake
I got the date to arrange weight
About spent cent on the bomb
Fuck being calm, I'm like a vet from 'Nam
So turn to Psalms, get your off my dick
I go sick and make yo' ass hit the bricks
I used to on 57th the resident bussed to havin' it [?]
To stay out late at night ''cause none of niggas is Heaven-sent
I'm bent, puffin' killer-Cali hit the
I lend my to tracks, as we's the instrument
A Public Service on how I house shit
I your blouse fit, bitch, you fight with fists
But if I ask you "Let's battle" you might
I wax that ass on Pay-Per-View and Tha Liks
The steel-cage grudge-match where no escape
peel that cap like bananas to apes
Oh yeah! them niggas, it
The masterminds behind the rhymes you claim yours
We lick off with rhymes like Nas and make your brains the floors
At we clash under the overpass

(speaking)
Damn, we've been waiting here for hella long, since 12
Opio: I'm tellin' you, man, they don't see me on the mic
I'm you
Del: All these fake ass
Opio: why they ain't came.
They heard me, man, they done me, man, I'm tellin' you
Del: Talkin' about they the freestyle masters, they'll get ass ate
Opio: And they just like you anyway, man, we out on these fools
I know man, let's be out

(chorus 1x)

Yeah! We got the ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
There ain't no about it, we got the beat ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
Oakland, to all around the World ("You know!")
("Lick you wid our lyrics!")
You what? We got the beat
("Lick you wid our lyrics!") ("You know!")
Bye!