Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

(E Dub)
It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to guess
I confess, ya'll, I spit the yiggy yes yall
I gotcha, that groove hit, no stoppin ya
Tear the club up Three 6 Mafia
I'm real, react it's time to peel
Step, if you want it, come get it, wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, I roll in my stinkin Lincoln
black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
And two stash boxes, for the funds and
I own an UZI, but my 9 weights a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can us
We takin the, drastic measures to the pleasures

(Funk Doc)
When I turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my
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, like little Jamal's face
You offers, I through your church without no parlay
Or permits, fuck your white picket
I'm from the hood, it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, yall
crack, save that
I kepp my money stacked, ghetto style
Order it now, no
I'm a clib with jums
I move crack with different vowels
Even technicians can't the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to dance with shiny shit on
, naah, call Guards and trucks
And their better be big as fuck!

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