Luyện nghe bài hát Finger Lickin' Good

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

Well, d, what's up?
Yo, what's up?
Come on, Mike, tear it up
no evil, see no evil, talkin' no bullshit
So many damn people are so full of it
Keyboard Money Mark, you he ain't havin' it
Just him some wood and he'll build you a cabinet
I'm that Vince is rippin' me off
I think it's his girdle that's me off
Well, D's out back and he's growin' onions
I've got bigger buns my man Paul Bunyan's
I've been going nuts all cooped-up
hermitizing but now I'm getting souped-up
It's to turn the page to a brand new chapter
Settin' my sights and you know what I'm
I'll be in the paper the news with Ernesto
They'll print my recipe for pasta with pesto
Now here's special of the day
You see, I've got more than the frugal gourmet

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

Well, D, what you got for me?
Show good 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 were shocked at
I've got a million ideas that I ain't even yet
I've got the bulb flashing at the top of my head
wake up on the wrong side of the bed
You're an idea man, not a
With a point to make, bound to take a stand
I'm Pete the Puma, Minnie the Moocher
Got every type of flavor or style that suit 'ya
You know the bass is real fat, because it's gotta' be like
A on the funky tin, and a taste of the high-hat

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?
Mike D, up?
Come on Yauch, let's it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the
I grab a hold of your like a thief in the park
'Cause I can flip a 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 I begin to write
In my sleep be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some and
the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I'm lackin' from the mackin' I can at the thrift store
I scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, with the revolution
wear my goggles, 'cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the fish from the funky fish tanks
I'll sell my house, my car, and I'll sell all my stuff
"I'm back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough"

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