Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

Like it was 1986, I'm back bitch
Big money, subwoofer, Savage
It was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
MC 24 crawling through the
It was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
Rolling clean, hella screen, 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 what it took
The thing that I'm you couldn't get out a book
Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be your ride
And if you fuck, wear a rubber cause burning inside
If it don't pay whatcha asking you wasting your time
If you can't get you no old don't go fucking with mine

2]
Watching for jackers, for law
They go to hating when I'm bassing 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 for the dollar
On the for a freak, down to fuck if she swallow
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
that I did what I could
It feels to have it
I put the on top of the wood
It feels to have it
I rode chrome all my streets
It feels to have it
To see it, to need it, to it
Feels to have it