Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad
We here tonight to have a time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there 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 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 that Tribe Called Quest, 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 on a mission
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too rough 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 many are shady
Too many ladies give niggaz too many chances
Too many wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it too late to come together
Cause too much black and too love, equal forever
I don't follow any cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I styles every 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, push rock, roll up smooth on ya
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Simmons
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight,
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, next the screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty stay petty
Mines thinkin' until I'm seventy
heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, the fuck you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you this 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 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 behind you
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't have
Because we don't know how to go in and act properly
("Hey shut the 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 continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my
you, he's 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