Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

Can I get you
'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... me!
I'm sorry, I don't
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da on da med side
What it is, big
My no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, chump GET da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say up!
Jive-ass dude got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bottoms on with my cherry incense
My slacks with the dick print
My afro pick the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother
shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a leather coat
Where's my sucka?
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, don't call me
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

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

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

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my curl drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
Forty ounce sippin', '64
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 vs. Prince
26 hundred, I don' done it
See that fat chain? Nigga, run it
I got my hat on 'cause I don't want it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a
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 curl and my Mercedes
I'm comin' from the 80s
With my Jheri and my Mercedes
up
I'm straight from the 80s
my fat gold chain for the ladies
I'm comin' from the 80s
With my fat chain 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 that it's a G Thang
It's a thing, you wouldn't understand
Shaquille the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the real
In the spot with a laptop
that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding heads
Where'd all these niggas from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
So I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

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

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

Fresh for

I'm an from 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?