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,
hang loose, blood.
She gonna ya up on da rebound on da med side
What it is, big
My no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump want 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 cherry
My tailor-made slacks the dick print
My afro with the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
Platform out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a leather coat
my bread sucka?
Grab ya by the
Callin' all cars,
ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Allen Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm just tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

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

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

parties, pop-lockin' and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my curl drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, and Crippin'
Forty sippin', '64 dippin'
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry
The day they 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 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' straight the 80s
With my curl and my Mercedes
up
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my fat gold for the ladies
I'm comin' from the 80s
With my fat chain for the ladies

Man, you what I'm sportin'
A short haircut, everything
That's right, a nigga on the dream team
I had to let 'em know that a G Thang
a black thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille O'Neal the Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the crack with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and
French weed heads
Where'd all niggas come from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
So what I'm 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 where to find me
I'm comin' from the 90s
Triple OG, you where to find me

Fresh for

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