Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, Mike d, up?
Yo, what's up?
Come on, Mike, let's it up
no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he havin' it
give him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm that Vince is rippin' me off
I it's his girdle that's tippin' me off
Well, Mike D's out and he's growin' onions
I've got buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
Fully but now I'm getting souped-up
time to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my and you know what I'm after
I'll be in the the news with Ernie Ernesto
They'll print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now another special of the day
You see, I've got more than the frugal gourmet

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show these people what it means to be D
Well they call me Mike D the mad-man style
I put the mic up to my lips and I can scream for a
Created a sound at which were shocked at
got a million ideas that I ain't even rocked yet
I've got the light flashing at the top of my head
Never up on the wrong side of the bed
an idea man, not a yes-man
With a point to make, bound to take a stand
Cause I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the
Got every type of or style that will suit 'ya
You the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like that
A on the funky tin, and a taste of the high-hat

lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all
Finger lickin', good, y'all
It's lickin', it's finger-lickin' good, y'all
lickin', finger-lickin' good, y'all

Ey yo, what up?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a groove a flash in the dark
I grab a of your attention like a thief in the park
I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the a piece of chewing gum
Now I chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I to write
In my sleep I'll be thinking beats and
on the mic and busting some treats and
Sport the crazy funky threads that you've never even before
What I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear fly
Down some papaya, down with the
Always wear my goggles, 'cause there's so much
I can do the Freak, the Duke, and the Spank
free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe had enough"

gonna' be out of her in a minute
So this one out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock, it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger good, y'all
DJ is finger lickin' good, y'all