Luyện nghe bài hát 1986

Like it was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
Big money, subwoofer, Savage
It was 1986, yeah I'm back
MC 24 through the traffic
It was 1986, yeah I'm bitch
Rolling clean, screen, digi-dashed it
It was 1986, year ever
Mama cut me out the womb but she knew better

1]
Digi my dash, this for the
That got them some and copped them some gators
Fresh than a motherfucker I knew what it
The thing that I'm you couldn't get out a book
Now don't be tricking no hoes, don't be lending ride
And if you fuck, a rubber cause they burning inside
If it don't pay whatcha asking then you your time
If you can't get you no old school don't go fucking with

2]
Watching for jackers, for law
They go to hating when I'm cause I swang and I crawl
Scraping the wall, the curb
A chef with the whipping, my shaken and stirred
I got a fetish for Chevys, a for the dollar
On the hunt for a freak, down to fuck if she
I be popping my til I'm dead in a tomb
Hell, I been popping my collar I fell out the womb

It good to have it
that I did what I could
It feels to have it
I put the leather on top of the
It feels good to it
I chrome all around my streets
It feels to have it
To see it, to need it, to it
Feels to have it