Luyện nghe bài hát C'mon Wit da Git Down

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

One: El Da Sensai

C'mon and get down with Artifacts sound
kids get wreck and, the beat's bound to pound
We're through the industry B, see we gotta be
the next shit that kicks, brothers ain't got it
In this rap shit, ain't no time for the
pally throw a match in the Gasoline
Blew up mad spots, kids were for the props
See the shit never stops Hobbes, just for my dillz-knot
Styles we make, never fake, broke breaks in every
Old freestyles and dirty ass copied-over
Notified that, the never slack
While crews is on stage wack, we just play the
Now, the flip tripper ripper ya wit da mixture
All crews, who never dues, watch it 'fore I get ya
Cause nowadays, da ways, of the underground
but wack now, so c'mon wit da git down

Verse Two: One

You know the stacks, if not, ask some niggaz who heard of me
The half on the Artifacts in
Cause brothers be not givin love to the nuccas
Sayin fuck us, cause we be brighter than the suckers
Shootin me prison listens to your dissin
yo my shit's legit and as a lyricist I'm hittin
the high note, so why don't, I smile when I pictures
Cause now I rock I got more niggaz on my jock than bitches
I just wanna do my jams with fams and into some hypeness
But and backstabbin rappers don't even like us
But props due, The Source RapPages and the Billboard
And about the tours while you be flappin your jaws
I techniques, cause 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
wit da c'mon, git down wit da git down

Verse Three: MC El, One

up, you rap sucker duck, buck, the track's rough enough
to prove a point, that the is the joint
Magazines where we're seen, now pop the tape in your
I got the Heavy Ammunition I'm Flexi Wit Da Tech
Niggaz, believe the Artifacts achieve
Got, tricks up my so bow down on your knees
Yo, we got the same lame, ordinary plain game
Put to shame any who wants to feel the flame
So bring to the rap recognition
My hand is itchin from the shit that I'm scriptin
So pass the baton, to the next runner up,
I give a pound so, wit da git down

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

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