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 don't
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She catch ya up on da rebound on da med side
it is, big mama?
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 on with my cherry incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro pick with the black
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Fu kick
Platform out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a leather coat
Where's my bread
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best your elders"
on

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

I'm straight from the 70s
Old school playa, fuck they tellin' me
Can you dig it?
I'm comin' straight 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 shoe strings, nigga, say
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 Jackson vs.
26 hundred, I don' done it
See that fat chain? Nigga, run it
I got my hat on 'cause I don't want it
Tyson, who's my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a
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 curl and my Mercedes
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my
up
I'm comin' from the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the
I'm straight from the 80s
my fat gold chain for the ladies

Man, you know what I'm
A short haircut, everything
right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let 'em that it's a G Thang
It's a black thing, you understand
O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the crack spot a laptop
Bumpin' Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
braiding weed heads
Where'd all these niggas from with these dreads?
And Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, your elders"

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

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

Fresh for

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