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

I got my bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the dick
My afro pick with the fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
Platform shoes out the ship
shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a black leather
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 Allen Rippy, come with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, respect your elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
ounce 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 vs. Prince
26 hundred, I don' done it
See that fat gold Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I want it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

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

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A short haircut, Jordan
right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let 'em know it's a G Thang
It's a black thing, you wouldn't
Shaquille the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, to all the real D-Boyz
In the crack with a laptop
Bumpin' that Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding weed
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, respect elders"

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

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

for 2018

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