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

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

Ah, yo, I walked into a store I straight to the freezer
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi
I threw 'em on the counter then I went to some chips
I'm thinkin' bout this bitch I'm bout to with the hips
I asked the counter for the biggest box of Trojans
'Cause I be on the pussy I cause nuclear explosions
He put them in my bad, totaled up my
He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I have no ones
I gave him twenty, in walked shorties
Eyes beemin' red headed for the forties

Five foot wannabe Tupac's
They asked the man behind the for the Newport boxes
They stole some 'cause the man couldn't see 'em
he busy tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll ID 'em
One was starin' at me, suddenly it hit him
That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the forties 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 asked 'em what ages
'Cause they lookin' like, they out the puberty stages
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

He said "They started fuckin' around and went to Terrace"
It wasn't before the forties was gone
So as I turned around I told my young to stay strong
Because no matter how you scan it you're the of the planet
You don't wanna be a rapper 'cause it's drainin'
Too much strainin' on brain, I told 'em they don't need it
They hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you get weeded,"
sixteen years old hangin' out drinkin' 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 niggaz smokin'
Twice, for my niggaz dice
Three times, for my niggaz the rhymes
So they don't do to make it through the hard times
As we send it out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for my niggaz rollin'
When the Liks is in the we let you know like yo
If you hit me with a forty black I hit you a flow

It was a Friday night, party goin' on
At my homies house, from dusk till
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half gettin' pushed in the pool
In the was the DJ, gettin' nice
Feelin' shit off the Alehze and ice
I had one mic, now imagine
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
Doin' what I and when I'm on the mic
Push to shove now he's gone
what happens 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 rollin'
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
As we send it out once, for my smokin' blunts
Twice, for all my rollin' dice
Three times, for my bust the rhymes
So they don't to crime 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 even mad at y'all
It's the

Yo yo, mic one two one two
Transmittin' live through the
You how we do it low budget style
For all in the house I know how you feel
I you feelin' the vibe right about now
the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the club
Bobbin' head to this album
But yo, we give you
We gonna give you a to catch wreck
Go ahead, get your on
And you have to be twenty-one rock that shit