Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

Like it was 1986, yeah I'm back
Big money, subwoofer, Randy
It was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
MC 24 crawling the traffic
It was 1986, I'm back bitch
Rolling clean, screen, digi-dashed it
It was 1986, coldest ever
Mama coulda cut me out the womb but she 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 giving you couldn't get out a
Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be your ride
And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause they inside
If it pay whatcha asking then you wasting your time
If you can't get you no old school don't go fucking mine

2]
Watching for jackers, for law
They go to hating when I'm cause I swang and I crawl
the wall, rubbing the curb
A chef the whipping, my trunk shaken 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 collar til I'm in a tomb
Hell, I been popping my collar since I out the womb

It feels to have it
Knowing that I did I could
It feels good to 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