Luyện nghe bài hát Can You Dig It?

Can I get you
butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!
I'm sorry, I understand
Cutty say 'e HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
hang loose, blood.
She gonna catch ya up on da rebound on da med
it is, big mama?
My no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, chump GET da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say up!
dude don't got no brains anyhow! Shiiiiit

I got my bottoms on with my cherry incense
My tailor-made slacks with the print
My afro pick with the black
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Kung Fu
shoes out the mother ship
Talk shit, swallow, spit, I'm a
Whitewalls and a black coat
Where's my sucka?
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better yourself
Militant, don't me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Isaac Hayes a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell ya, "Young blood, best respect elders"
on

I'm straight from the 70s
Super fly in my and my leather P's
I'm comin' from the 70s
fly in my perm and my leather P's

I'm comin' straight the 70s
Old school playa, fuck what they me
Can you dig it?
I'm straight from the 70s
Old school playa, fuck they tellin' me

parties, pop-lockin' and pickin'
Starter jackets, got my curl drippin'
Gangbangin', yeah, Bloodin' and
Forty sippin', '64 dippin'
No strings, nigga, say word
I'm Magic Johnson, you Larry
The day blew up a rocket,
I was lookin' at my beeper a rock in my pocket, slangin'
up
Michael Jackson vs.
Atari 26 hundred, I done it
See that fat gold Nigga, run it
I got my jimmy hat on I don't want it
Mike Tyson, my opponent?
Quick as Carl Lewis, be in a moment
I won't shoot ya, nigga, I might nuke you,
In my DeLorean, Back to the Future,

I'm straight from the 80s
With my Jheri curl and my
I'm comin' straight the 80s
With my curl and my Mercedes
up
I'm straight from the 80s
With my fat gold for the ladies
I'm straight from the 80s
With my fat gold chain for the

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A short haircut, Jordan
That's right, a nigga played on the team
I had to let 'em know it's a G Thang
It's a thing, you wouldn't understand
O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the D-Boyz
In the spot with a laptop
Bumpin' that Biggie Smalls and
braiding weed heads
Where'd all these niggas come from with these
And during Y2K, I had a DVD watchin' Friday
So what I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect elders"

I'm comin' straight the 90s
I keep it gangsta, and grimy
I'm comin' from the 90s
I it gangsta, gutter and grimy

I'm straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you know where to me
I'm straight from the 90s
Triple OG, you know to find me

Fresh for

I'm an from Los Angeles
I've been to jail, fighting, partying, low
But you learn as you get
You must become a mad one day and put away childish
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?