Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

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

1]
Digi my dash, for the playas
got them some golds and copped them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew it took
The thing that I'm giving you couldn't get out a
Now don't be no hoes, don't be lending 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 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 cause I and I crawl
Scraping the wall, rubbing the
A chef with the whipping, my trunk shaken and
I got a fetish for Chevys, a itch for the
On the hunt for a freak, down to if she swallow
I be popping my collar til I'm dead in a
Hell, I popping my collar since I fell out the womb

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