Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

(E Dub)
It's Erick Sermon, no for those to guess yall
I confess, ya'll, when I spit the yiggy yes
I gotcha, that groove hit, no stoppin ya
Tear the club up Three 6 Mafia
I'm real, react when time to peel
Step, if you it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I tight in my stinkin Lincoln
With black frame, grey with the wood grain
And two stash boxes, for the funds and
I don't own an UZI, but my 9 a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no can catch us
We takin the, measures to fulfill the pleasures

(Funk Doc)
When I turn one and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie your two times when I create
Cause when I begin to get slick, I Quaker State
We three the hard way, tight like little Jamal's
You offers, I walk your church without no parlay
Or permits, your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, puss
Flippin crack, save
I kepp my stacked, ghetto diplomat style
Order it now, no
I'm like a clib with
I move crack with different vowels
Even technicians can't the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to dance with that shit on
, naah, call National and trucks
And their better be big as fuck!

Ay yo, the three of us together is
Like a miracle, I get to move it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, Unconscionable to the
Not happy dappy shit that you're use to
I got the funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous, scandalous world of
And pimpin ain't dead, ya'll just scared
To smack a ho, and that tramp get up out there
Oh yeah, I your new shit is GARBAGE
Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm it
Real legitamate, bitches intimate
In hundred and ninety eight
We gonna set a whole different shit straight
You suckas, no good, back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers!