Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

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

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

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

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