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,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna ya up on da rebound on da med side
it is, big mama?
My mama no no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, chump GET da help!
Say 'e hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow!

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro with 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 black coat
my bread sucka?
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you stick yourself
Militant, call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my curl drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
Forty ounce sippin', '64
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Johnson, you Larry 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 chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on I don't want it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be in a moment
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, to the Future, nigga

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

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

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

Fresh for

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