Luyện nghe bài hát Can U Dig It

Uh, what up?

I know y'all take me down
I know y'all see me get clowned
I know y'all wanna take my
And put a like me in the lost and found

But I refuse to fade stay this way
Spreadin' venom in the mic I'm old and gray
And now wanna attack me
flop and back me

But you's a mackey
I'll starch your ass like khakis
Your shit is tacky and you play the backwoods
Me and my crew use your CD for a hackey sack

that and it shouldn't be hard
'Cause your style large
And you wanna all the profits with crowbars
Can you dig it? When nothin' can it

Shock your ass like a
Burn and cut a laser
you, with this flava
I run a pack of tennis shoe playas

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

The law of age is called survival
why I'm deadly on revival
And it's vital to my basic
That all mcs become extinct

Because we on the or, should I say the edge
Like a schizophrenic seventeen personalities walkin' on a ledge
Then you can't see the black 'cause blocked
By the and the red

U.f.o.s and ass hoes
deep in the shit, it's still smellin' like a rose
And I suppose you me to play superstar
And when I see you on the act like I don't know who you are

So, you can run back and that but I won't do that
So, fool you can chew to all sucka mcs you better beware
I been conjurin' up forces way in my lair
And my crew don't and we don't care, we act, we wear, I swear

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

It's the thrilla straight Compton, not manila
Got a choke on the mic like I was M.C. gorilla
Take this to the for real a
you ever try to steal a

Like aids shit came like gin a
Might up your Liva
Call me pharaoh I'm floatin' bustas up the river
When I make your sister and your grandma shiver

Top feelin' steadily rakin' up the
Kickin' in my easy chair sippin' on some henna
Exol 'cause my whole is locin'
And always tryin' to fix shit that ain't broken

I'm with pixies so you don't wanna see me
So, grab everyone in your and disappear like a genie
Never I was the best but I ain't the one to be testin'
Cross the line and in pieces be destined

stop, get it, get it
'Cause I blow up the every time
I the mic and hit it, hit it

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?

Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?