Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

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

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

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

It feels 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 my streets
It feels to have it
To see it, to it, to grab it
Feels to have it