Luyện nghe bài hát Can U Dig It

It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to y'all
I confess, y'all, when I spit the yiggy yes
I gotcha, when that groove hit, no ya
Tear the club up like 6 Mafia

I'm real, react it's time to peel
Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the
Yo dog, I tight in my stinkin' Lincoln
black frame, grey interior with the wood grain

And two stash boxes, for the funds and
I don't own an UZI, but my 9 a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no can catch us
We takin' the drastic measures to the pleasures

When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my
My will still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie your lace two when I create
'Cause when I to get slick, I sweat Quaker State

We three the hard way, tight like little face
You offers, I walk through your church no parlay
Or permits, fuck your white fence
I'm the hood, keepin' it tinsel, 17 inch

I'm convinced, y'all puss
Flippin' crack, save that I keep my stacked
Ghetto diplomat style, it now, no refunds
I'm like a clib jums

I move fiends with different vowels
Even technicians repair the mic I spit on
I'm too to dance with that shiny shit on
Callin' all cars, naah, National Guards and trucks
And their better be big as fuck

Ay yo, the three of us together is
Like a miracle, finally I get to it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, to the mental
Not that happy shit that you're use to

I got the skunky illest funk flow
For the glamorous, scandalous world of
And pimpin' ain't dead, niggas just scared
To smack a ho and that tramp get up out there

Oh yeah, I heard your new is garbage
Bastard, lookin' like you stepped out of a casket
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm it
legitimate, bitches gettin' intimate

In nineteen hundred and eight
We gonna set a whole lotta different straight
You suckas, no good, back barnyard
Sewer rat eatin'