Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

Can I get you
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! 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
it is, big mama?
My mama no 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 don't got no anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bell bottoms on with my incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with the black
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
and a black leather coat
Where's my sucka?
Grab ya by the
Callin' all cars,
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, don't call me
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, fuck with me
I'm just tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri curl
Gangbangin', yeah, and Crippin'
ounce sippin', '64 dippin'
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Magic Johnson, you Bird
The day blew up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my beeper a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I done it
See fat gold chain? Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't it
Tyson, who's my opponent?
Quick as Lewis, be back in a moment
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you,
In my DeLorean, to the Future, nigga

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

Man, you what I'm sportin'
A short haircut, everything
That's right, a played 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 real
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the crack spot a laptop
Bumpin' that Smalls and 2Pac
braiding weed heads
Where'd all niggas come from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a DVD watchin' Friday
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect elders"

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

I'm straight from 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 from Los
been to jail, fighting, partying, low riding
But you as you get older
You must become a mad one day and put childish things
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?