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 don't

Yes yes y'all, and you stop
(Let me ya about 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 don't
Yes yes y'all, and you don't

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

Five foot three Tupac's
They asked the man the counter for the Newport boxes
They stole some cans 'cause the man see 'em
'Cause he busy tryin' to 'em next time he'll ID 'em
One was starin' at me, then it hit him
That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the with him
They gave me daps they said I my raps
They said "They homey got some and twist off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I asked 'em what ages
'Cause they lookin' like, they out the puberty stages
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

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

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

It was a Friday night, house party on
At my homies house, from till dawn
in the air plus kegs of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin' in the pool
In the was the DJ, gettin' nice
Feelin' shit off the Alehze and ice
I only had one mic, now
A gang of M C's who wanna start rappin'

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, the mic god damn nigga
Doin' I like and when I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now gone
That's what when the liquor does your thinkin'
So keep this in mind you're out there drinkin'

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

And I'm out, to get busy
As we up out this piece
I even mad I ain't even mad
I ain't mad at y'all
It's the

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