Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

Can I get you
butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!
I'm sorry, I don't
say 'e can't HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
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!
dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bottoms on with my cherry incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with the black
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a black coat
Where's my bread
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better yourself
Militant, call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl
Gangbangin', yeah, and Crippin'
ounce sippin', '64 dippin'
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry
The day blew up a rocket,
I was at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I don' it
See that fat chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't it
Mike Tyson, who's my
Quick as Lewis, be back in a moment
I shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, to the Future, nigga

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

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A haircut, everything Jordan
That's right, a nigga played on the dream
I had to let 'em know it's a G Thang
It's a black thing, you understand
Shaquille O'Neal the real
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the crack spot a laptop
that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin'
So what I'm tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

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

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

for 2018

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