Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up and kick a lil' 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!)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe 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, check out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many 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 many wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too bitches are shady
Too ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual
No question; got too many answers
I been around block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too to come together
Cause too much and too much love, equal forever
I follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
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 smooth on ya
Whole groove hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak than you ever seen
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 never ready, forever petty minds petty
Mines thinkin' longevity until I'm
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in
(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 know you innocent, and I'm you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, that music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our people don't anything
Because we know how to go in places and act properly
("Hey the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who told me to the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now I was sayin'
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
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