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
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
Jus' 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!
don' want no help, chump don't GET da help!
Say 'e hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bottoms on with my cherry incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with the 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
Where's my sucka?
ya by the throat
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better 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' 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 comin' from the 70s
Old school playa, fuck what they me

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri drippin'
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 Jackson vs.
Atari 26 hundred, I don' it
See that fat chain? 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 won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you,
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

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

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A short haircut, everything
right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let 'em know that a G Thang
It's a thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille O'Neal the real
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie and 2Pac
braiding weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
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 straight from the 90s
I keep it gangsta, and grimy

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

Fresh for

I'm an ex-gangbanger Los Angeles
I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low
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?