Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

Like it was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
Big money, subwoofer, Savage
It was 1986, yeah I'm back
MC 24 through the traffic
It was 1986, I'm back bitch
clean, hella screen, digi-dashed it
It was 1986, coldest ever
Mama coulda cut me out the but she knew better

1]
Digi my dash, this for the
That got them some golds and them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew it took
The thing that I'm you couldn't get out a book
Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be your ride
And if you fuck, wear a cause they burning inside
If it don't pay whatcha asking you wasting your time
If you get you no old school don't go fucking with mine

2]
Watching for jackers, for law
go to hating when I'm bassing cause I swang and I crawl
Scraping the wall, rubbing the
A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and
I got a for Chevys, a itch for the dollar
On the for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow
I be popping my collar til I'm in a tomb
Hell, I been popping my collar I fell out the womb

It feels to have it
Knowing I did what I could
It feels to have it
I put the on top of the wood
It feels to have it
I rode all around my streets
It feels good to it
To see it, to it, to grab it
Feels to have it