Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We tonight to have a good time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a freestyle
Put that down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Called Quest, let's do it again
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm gone, this out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too niggaz on a mission
Doin your Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many are shady
Too many ladies give these niggaz too chances
Too brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many advances
No question; got too many answers
I been this block, too many times
Rocked, too rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my it ain't too late to come together
Cause too much black and too much love, equal
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's twenty two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there,
I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
I'm gone, yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up like on ya
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the night
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight,
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty minds petty
Mines longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know is a fat track (aight)
Now this is on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is the bomb
But you I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know
You've been havin' a lot of with the law
But I you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a
Ace, turn music down
I smell reefer, now you see?
why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was
We build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella