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 don't
say 'e can't HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna 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' no help, chump don't GET da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say up!
Jive-ass dude don't got no anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My tailor-made slacks with the print
My afro pick with the black
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
Platform shoes out the ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a leather coat
my bread sucka?
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, don't me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come with me
I'm just tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

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

parties, pop-lockin' and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
Forty ounce sippin', '64
No shoe strings, nigga, say
I'm Magic Johnson, you Bird
The day blew up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my beeper with a in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I done it
See fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I want it
Tyson, who's my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be in a moment
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

I'm straight from the 80s
my Jheri curl and my Mercedes
I'm straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my
up
I'm straight from the 80s
With my fat gold for the ladies
I'm straight from the 80s
With my fat gold 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 know that it's a G
It's a black thing, you wouldn't
Shaquille the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the D-Boyz
In the crack spot a laptop
Bumpin' that Smalls and 2Pac
French weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin'
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, your elders"

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

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

for 2018

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