Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, d, what's up?
Yo, Yauch up?
Come on, Mike, tear it up
Hear no evil, see no evil, no bullshit
So many damn are so damn full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you know he havin' it
Just give him some wood and he'll build you a
I'm that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle tippin' me off
Well, D's out back and he's growin' onions
I've got buns than my man Paul Bunyan's
I've going nuts gettin' all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's time to turn the page to a new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know I'm after
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernesto
They'll even print my recipe for pasta with
Now here's another 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', finger-lickin' good,

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

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

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

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