Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here to have a good time
("Yo! Start the show! 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 lil'
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 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!)
I'm gone, check this out
Too much coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many advances
No question; got too many answers
I been around this block, too many
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too late to come
Cause too much black and too love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change styles two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's twenty two too's for motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
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 reach my quota, rock, roll up smooth 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 late
Without the eight right, you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak than you ever seen
pain, next the minister's screamin' your name
At wake as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, petty minds stay 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 this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on 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 havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that music
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act
("Hey the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, 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 like Roc-A-Fella