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 don't
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna ya up on da rebound on da med side
it is, big mama?
My no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, chump GET da help!
Say 'e hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass dude don't got no anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the print
My afro with the black fist
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 stick
Militant, call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect elders"
on

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

I'm comin' straight the 70s
Old school playa, fuck what they me
Can you dig it?
I'm comin' straight the 70s
Old school playa, fuck 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 Johnson, you Larry Bird
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 done 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 Carl Lewis, be back in a
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might you, nigga
In my DeLorean, to the Future, nigga

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

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

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

Fresh for

I'm an from Los Angeles
I've 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?