Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

It's finger lickin', good, y'all
Finger lickin', a-finger-lickin' good,
It's finger lickin', good, y'all
finger lickin', 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 many damn people are so damn of it
Money Mark, you know he ain't havin' it
Just him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm convinced that Vince is me off
I think it's his that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out back and growin' onions
I've got bigger buns my man Paul Bunyan's
I've been nuts gettin' all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know I'm after
I'll be in the the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with
Now here's special of the day
You see, got more spice than the frugal gourmet

Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's Finger lickin', good, y'all
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 scream for a
Created a sound at which many were at
I've got a million ideas I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light bulb flashing at the top of my
wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
With a point to make, you're bound to take a
I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style that will 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's be like that
A snare on the tin, and a taste of the high-hat

Finger lickin', good, y'all
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, Yauch up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my
Yeah, I be up the rhythm like 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 sleep I'll be thinking 'bout and
on the mic and busting some treats and
Sport the funky threads that 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 they by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear fly
some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles, there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the
Gotta the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, sell my car, and I'll all my stuff
"I'm going back to New City, I do believe I've had enough"

We're 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 lickin' good,
DJ Hurricane is finger good, y'all