Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

Can I get you
'S'mofo butter me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!
I'm sorry, I understand
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med
What it is, big
My mama no no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, don't GET da help!
Say 'e hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass dude don't got no anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My tailor-made with the dick print
My afro pick the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Fu kick
Platform shoes out the ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a black coat
Where's my bread
ya by the throat
Callin' all cars,
Pretty ass nigga, you stick yourself
Militant, don't me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, fuck with me
I'm just tryna ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

I'm comin' from the 70s
Super fly in my and my leather P's
I'm comin' from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my P's

I'm comin' from the 70s
Old school playa, what they tellin' me
Can you dig it?
I'm comin' from the 70s
Old playa, fuck what they tellin' me

House parties, pop-lockin' and
Starter jackets, got my Jheri drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, and Crippin'
Forty sippin', '64 dippin'
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry
The day they up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my beeper with a rock in my pocket,
up
Michael vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I don' it
See fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my hat on 'cause I don't want it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be in a moment
I shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

I'm comin' from the 80s
With my Jheri and my Mercedes
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my Jheri and my Mercedes
up
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A short haircut, everything
That's right, a nigga on the dream team
I had to let 'em that it's a G Thang
It's a thing, you wouldn't understand
O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, to all the real D-Boyz
In the crack spot a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and
French weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, your elders"

I'm comin' straight the 90s
I it gangsta, gutter and grimy
I'm straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and

I'm comin' straight the 90s
OG, you know where to find me
I'm straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you where to find me

for 2018

I'm an ex-gangbanger Los Angeles
been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding
But you as you get older
You must become a mad one day and put away things
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?