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, when that groove hit, no ya
the club up like Three 6 Mafia
I'm real, react when time to peel
Step, if you want it, get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I roll tight in my Lincoln
With black frame, grey interior 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 squad can us
We the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures

(Funk Doc)
I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie lace two times when I create
Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat State
We three the hard way, tight like little face
You offers, I walk through your church without no
Or permits, your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm convinced, yall puss
Flippin crack, save
I kepp my money stacked, ghetto style
Order it now, no
I'm like a clib with
I move crack fiends with different
Even technicians repair the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to with that shiny shit on
, naah, National Guards and trucks
And weapons better be big as fuck!

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