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 don't
say 'e can't HANG!
Oh, stewardess! I speak
Oh,
Jus' loose, blood.
She gonna ya up on da rebound on da med side
it is, big mama?
My no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
Cut me slack, Jack!
Chump don' want no help, don't GET da help!
Say 'e can't hang, say up!
Jive-ass dude don't got no brains anyhow!

I got my bell bottoms on with my cherry
My tailor-made with the dick print
My afro pick the black fist
I'm Jim Brown, bitch, Fu kick
Platform shoes out the mother
shit, swallow, spit, I'm a pimp
Whitewalls and a black coat
my bread sucka?
Grab ya by the
all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick
Militant, don't me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the
I'm Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck me
I'm just tryna ya, "Young blood, best respect your elders"
on

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

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

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

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

Man, you know I'm sportin'
A haircut, everything Jordan
right, a nigga played on the dream team
I had to let 'em know that a G Thang
It's a black thing, you understand
O'Neal the real Superman
Boy, I hit Roy
Versace, Versace to all the D-Boyz
In the crack spot with a
Bumpin' that Biggie and 2Pac
French braiding weed
all these niggas come from with these dreads?
And during Y2K, I had a bootleg DVD Friday
So I'm tryna tell ya, "Pump yo brakes, respect your elders"

I'm comin' straight the 90s
I keep it gangsta, gutter and
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 comin' straight the 90s
Triple OG, you know where to me

Fresh for

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