Luyện nghe bài hát Can U Dig It

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

I'm real, react when time to peel
Step, if you it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I roll tight in my Lincoln
With black frame, grey interior the wood grain

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

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

We three the way, tight like little Jamal's face
You offers, I walk through church without no parlay
Or permits, fuck your picket fence
I'm from the hood, it tinsel, 17 inch

I'm convinced, y'all puss
Flippin' crack, save that I my money stacked
diplomat style, order it now, no refunds
I'm a clib with jums

I crack fiends with different vowels
Even technicians can't the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to with that shiny shit on
Callin' all cars, naah, call National Guards and
And their better be big as fuck

Ay yo, the three of us is incredible
a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the
Not that dappy shit that you're use to

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

Oh yeah, I heard your new shit is
Bastard, like you just stepped out of a casket
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate I'm killin' it
Real legitimate, bitches intimate

In nineteen and ninety eight
We set a whole lotta different shit straight
You suckas, no good, back barnyard
rat eatin' motherfuckers