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 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 stop
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
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 don't
Yes yes y'all, and you stop

Ah, yo, I walked into a store I stepped to the freezer
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Breezers
I threw 'em on the counter then I went to some chips
I'm bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips
I asked the counter for the biggest box of Trojans
when 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 didn't have no
I gave him twenty, in walked some
Eyes red headed straight for the forties

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

He said "They started drinkin' fuckin' 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 it's drainin' entertainin'
Too strainin' on your brain, I told 'em they don't need it
hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
Yeah years old hangin' out drinkin' forties
In the East Columbus
As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high
They all turned and said, "You ain't shit Rico!"

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for my rollin' 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 niggaz smokin'
Twice, for my niggaz rollin'
the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo
If you hit me a forty black I hit you with a flow

It was a Friday night, house party on
At my house, from dusk till dawn
Blunts in the air plus kegs of
Some half naked-bitches pushed in the pool
In the was the DJ, gettin' nice
Feelin' that shit off the and ice
I only had one mic, now
A gang of drunk M C's who 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
what 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 when you're out there drinkin'

Can I send 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 a forty black I hit you with a flow
As we it out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts
Twice, for all my niggaz rollin'
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 ain't mad
I ain't 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
Crackin' the forty, in the car, or at the club
Bobbin' your head to album
But yo, we give you
We gonna give you a second to catch
Go ahead, get your on
And you don't to be twenty-one rock that shit