Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

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

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

2]
Watching for jackers, for law
They go to hating when I'm bassing cause I and I crawl
the wall, rubbing the curb
A chef with the whipping, my trunk and stirred
I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the
On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she
I be popping my til I'm dead in a tomb
Hell, I popping my collar since I fell out the womb

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