Luyện nghe bài hát Can U Dig It

It's Erick Sermon, no need for those to y'all
I confess, y'all, I spit the yiggy yes y'all
I gotcha, when groove hit, no stoppin' ya
Tear the club up like 6 Mafia

I'm real, react when it's time to
Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the
Yo dog, I roll tight in my Lincoln
With black frame, grey interior with the wood

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 can catch us
We takin' the measures to fulfill the pleasures

When I one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name will still be in debates who was great
I make you tie your lace two times when I
'Cause when I begin to get slick, I sweat Quaker

We three the way, tight like little Jamal's face
You offers, I walk through your without no parlay
Or permits, your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, it tinsel, 17 inch

I'm strictly convinced, y'all
Flippin' crack, save that I keep my stacked
Ghetto diplomat style, order it now, no
I'm like a clib jums

I move crack fiends with different
Even technicians can't the mic I spit on
I'm too underground to dance with that shiny on
all cars, naah, call National Guards and trucks
And their better be big as fuck

Ay yo, the three of us is incredible
a miracle, finally I get to move it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, to the mental
Not that happy shit that you're use to

I got the skunky illest funk flow
For the glamorous, scandalous world of
And pimpin' dead, y'all niggas just scared
To a ho and make that tramp get up out there

Oh yeah, I your new shit is garbage
Bastard, lookin' like you stepped out of a casket
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when I'm it
Real legitimate, bitches gettin'

In hundred and ninety eight
We set a whole lotta different shit straight
You suckas, no good, back barnyard
Sewer rat eatin'