Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git (4X)

Verse One: El Da

C'mon and get down with that sound
Where kids get wreck and, the beat's to pound
We're strollin through the industry B, see we be
the shit that kicks, cause brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, ain't no for the dilly-dally
pally throw a in the Gasoline Alley
Blew up mad spots, were jealous for the props
See the shit never stops Hobbes, lookin for my dillz-knot
Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in crate
Old freestyles and ass copied-over tapes
that, the Artifacts never slack
While is on stage wack, we just play the back
Now, the flip ripper slits ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never paid dues, it 'fore I get ya
nowadays, it's da ways, of the underground
but they're wack now, so wit da git down

Verse Two: One

You know the stacks, if not, then ask some niggaz who of me
The half on the in Jersey
Cause be buggin not givin love to the nuccas
Sayin us, cause we be shinin brighter than the suckers
Shootin me nobody listens to your dissin
Cause yo my shit's legit and as a I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I smile when I take
Cause now that I rock I got more on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and slam into some
But biters and backstabbin rappers don't like us
But props due, peep The RapPages and the Billboard
And read about the tours you be flappin your jaws
I freak techniques, talk is cheaper than beepers from Broad Street
Punks talk junk, Tame and the Sensai em all beat
So peep how deep my technique freaks and how my sounds
C'mon wit da c'mon, git down wit da git

Verse MC El, Tame One

Hold up, you rap duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to a point, that the niggaz is the joint
Magazines where we're seen, now pop the in your deck
I got the Heavy Ammunition 'cause I'm Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, can't believe the Artifacts
Got, up my sleeve so bow down on your knees
Yo, we ain't got the same lame, ordinary plain
Put to shame any crew who wants to feel the
So bring submission to the rap
My right hand is from the shit that I'm scriptin
So the baton, to the next runner up, Tame
I a pound so, c'mon wit da git down

Aiyyo, to my grandma's tampons, I drop bombs, but since
our demo tracks had gaps some my fat raps was half-assed
Watchin others rock and clock we shocked em like a
with our props, so now the Notty Niggaz got more knots yo
My pockets are lumpy chump, my style is trunky dunk
My in crisp, put funk in funk like Humpty Hump
'cause I'm comin from the underground I'm wit da git down
MC's who used to diss us, get pissed cause they ain't now
The Artifacts, represent on stage we step on
The days of slept on, are dead because we keep on
peepin these weak MC's, who cheese with their
Cause they're phony as fuck, and pull shit off a tow truck
So yo bro, now you my flow so go and sit down
or c'mon wit da c'mon, git wit da git down

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