Luyện nghe bài hát 21 & Under

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

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

Five three wannabe Tupac's
They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport
They stole some 'cause 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 let's crack the forties with him
They gave me they said I freak my raps
They said "They homey got some flows and off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I asked 'em their ages
'Cause they lookin' like, they out the puberty stages
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

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

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin'
Twice, for my niggaz dice
Three times, for my bust the rhymes
So they don't do to make it through the hard times
As we send it out once, for my 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 with a

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

One grabbed the mic and 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' what I and when I'm on the mic
Push to shove now he's gone
That's what happens the liquor does your thinkin'
So keep this in mind when you're out drinkin'

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

And I'm out, to get busy
As we flow up out this
I ain't even mad I even mad
I ain't even mad at
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 house I know how you
I know you feelin' the right about now
Crackin' the forty, 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 freestyle on
And you don't have to be twenty-one rock shit