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 understand
say 'e can't HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
hang loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med
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 brains anyhow!

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My tailor-made slacks the dick print
My afro pick the black 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 bread
ya by the throat
Callin' all cars,
ass nigga, you better stick yourself
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, best respect elders"
on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fresh for

I'm an ex-gangbanger from Los
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?