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
say 'e can't HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I jive
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da 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, don't GET da help!
Say 'e hang, say seven up!
Jive-ass don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

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

I'm comin' straight the 70s
Super fly in my perm and my 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, fuck what they me
Can you dig it?
I'm comin' from the 70s
Old playa, fuck what they tellin' me

House parties, and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my Jheri drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, and Crippin'
Forty ounce sippin', '64
No shoe strings, nigga, say
I'm Johnson, you Larry Bird
The day they up a rocket,
I was at my beeper with a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael vs. Prince
Atari 26 hundred, I done it
See that fat gold Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on 'cause I don't it
Mike Tyson, who's my
Quick as Carl Lewis, be back in a
I won't ya, nigga, I might nuke you, nigga
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

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

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A short haircut, Jordan
That's right, a nigga played on the team
I had to let 'em that it's 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 crack spot a laptop
that Biggie Smalls and 2Pac
French braiding heads
Where'd all these niggas come with these dreads?
And Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD watchin' Friday
So what I'm tryna ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

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

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