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
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
hang loose, blood.
She catch 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 don' 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 bell bottoms on with my incense
My tailor-made slacks with the dick
My afro pick the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
Platform shoes out the mother
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
and a black leather coat
Where's my bread
ya by the throat
Callin' all cars,
Pretty ass nigga, you stick yourself
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
fly in my perm and my leather P's
I'm comin' from the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my P's

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

House parties, 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 Bird
The day they up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my beeper a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael Jackson vs.
Atari 26 hundred, I done it
See that fat gold Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I want it
Mike Tyson, who's my
Quick as Carl Lewis, be in a moment
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

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

Man, you know what I'm
A haircut, everything Jordan
That's right, a nigga played on the dream
I had to let 'em know that it's a G
It's a black thing, you understand
Shaquille O'Neal the real
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, to all the real D-Boyz
In the spot with a laptop
that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding heads
Where'd all niggas come from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
So what I'm tryna ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

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

Fresh for

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