Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We tonight to have a good time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over there
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a freestyle
Put that champagne down, and 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!)
motherfuckers musta hear that 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 dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin your best rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these too many chances
Too many brothers lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too sexual advances
No question; got too many answers
I been around this block, too times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too to come together
too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
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
Whole groove hold-up, swoll up
Too faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could my weight, right
I dip, speak than you ever seen
Administer pain, next the 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 thinkin' longevity I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
Nigga ya broke, what the you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

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