Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a time
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over there
Jay-Z, Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a freestyle
Put champagne 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 Tribe 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 many niggaz on a
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are
Too many ladies give these too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I been around this block, too many
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it too late to come together
Cause too black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, the fuck
That's twenty two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there,
Shall I 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 my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too many niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the eight right, you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you ever
pain, next the minister's screamin' your name
At your as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You ready, forever petty minds stay petty
Mines longevity until I'm seventy
heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat (aight)
Now this is on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the
But you know I do say somethin' to you, I know
You've been havin' a lot of problems the law
But I you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, King, DJ Ace, Dang 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 a minute
Ace, turn that music
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our don't have anything
Because we don't how to go in places and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, you throw him out
Get him out right now, I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records