Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

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

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My tailor-made slacks the dick print
My afro pick with the fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Fu kick
Platform out the mother ship
shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a leather coat
Where's my sucka?
ya by the throat
Callin' all cars,
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes with a
I'm Allen Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
jackets, got my Jheri curl drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
Forty sippin', '64 dippin'
No shoe strings, nigga, say
I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry
The day blew up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my with a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael Jackson vs.
26 hundred, I don' done it
See that fat chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
as Carl Lewis, be back in a moment
I shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, to the Future, nigga

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

Man, you know what I'm
A short haircut, everything
That's right, a played on the dream team
I had to let 'em that it's a G Thang
a black thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, to all the real D-Boyz
In the crack spot with a
Bumpin' that Smalls and 2Pac
French weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these
And Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday
So what I'm tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

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

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

Fresh for

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 childish things
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?