Luyện nghe bài hát 21 & Under

Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you don't
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
(Hello)
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you don't
Yes yes y'all, and you stop

Yes yes y'all, and you stop
(Let me tell ya the Liks)
Yes yes y'all, and you don't
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you don't
(See it)
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
(Say it)
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you stop

Ah, yo, I walked into a I stepped straight to the freezer
I grabbed forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers
I threw 'em on the counter then I went to find chips
I'm thinkin' bout bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips
I asked the counter person for the box of Trojans
'Cause when I be on the pussy I cause explosions
He put them in my bad, up my sums
He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't no ones
I him twenty, in walked some shorties
beemin' red headed straight for the forties

Five foot three wannabe
They asked the man behind the counter for the boxes
They stole some cans the man couldn't see 'em
'Cause he tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll ID 'em
One was starin' at me, then it hit him
That's that nigga from the Liks crack the forties with him
They gave me they said I freak my raps
They said "They homey got flows and twist off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I 'em what their ages
'Cause they lookin' like, they barely out the puberty
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

He said "They drinkin' fuckin' around and went to Terrace"
It wasn't before the forties was gone
So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay
no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet
You don't wanna be a rapper 'cause it's entertainin'
Too much strainin' on your brain, I 'em they don't need it
hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
Yeah sixteen years old hangin' out forties
In the Columbus cold
As jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow
They all turned around and said, "You ain't Rico!"

Can I send this out once, for my smokin' blunts
Twice, for my niggaz rollin'
times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes
So they don't do to make it through the hard times
As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin'
Twice, for my niggaz dice
When the Liks is in the we let you know like yo
If you hit me a forty black I hit you with a flow

It was a Friday night, party goin' on
At my homies house, dusk till dawn
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half gettin' pushed in the pool
In the corner was the DJ, nice
Feelin' that off the Alehze and ice
I only had one mic, now
A gang of drunk M C's who wanna start

One the mic and held on too long
I'm on the mic and I'm on the mic
When I'm on the mic, pass the mic god nigga
what I like and when I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now he's
That's what happens when the liquor does thinkin'
So this in mind when you're out there drinkin'

Can I this out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts
Twice, for my niggaz rollin'
When the Liks is in the house we let you know yo
If you hit me with a forty black I hit you a flow
As we send it out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for all my niggaz rollin'
Three times, for my bust the rhymes
So they don't have to to make it through the hard times

And I'm out, time to get
As we flow up out piece
I ain't even mad I even mad
I ain't even mad at
the Alkaholiks

Yo yo, mic one two one two
live through the headphones
You how we do it low budget style
For all in the house I know how you feel
I know you feelin' the right about now
the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the club
Bobbin' your head to this
But yo, we give you
We gonna give you a second to catch
Go ahead, get your on
And you don't have to be twenty-one that shit