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 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 don't
(Let me ya about the Liks)
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you don't
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 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 went to find some
I'm bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips
I asked the counter person for the biggest box of
'Cause when I be on the pussy I cause explosions
He put them in my bad, totaled up my
He said, "That to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones
I gave him twenty, in walked some
Eyes beemin' red headed for the forties

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

He said "They started drinkin' around and went to Terrace"
It wasn't long before the was gone
So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay
Because no matter how you scan it the future of the planet
You don't be a rapper 'cause it's drainin' 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 drinkin'
In the East Columbus
As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high
They all around and said, "You ain't shit Rico!"

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

It was a Friday night, house goin' on
At my homies house, from till dawn
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half naked-bitches pushed in the pool
In the corner was the DJ, nice
Feelin' shit off the Alehze and ice
I only had one mic, now
A gang of drunk M C's who wanna 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, pass the mic god nigga
what I like and when I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now he's
what happens 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 dice
When the Liks is in the house we let you like yo
If you hit me with a forty I hit you with a flow
As we send it out once, for my smokin' blunts
Twice, for all my niggaz dice
Three times, for my niggaz the rhymes
So don't have 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 ain't mad
I even mad at y'all
the Alkaholiks

Yo yo, mic one two one two
Transmittin' live the headphones
You how we do it low budget style
For all MC's in the house I how you feel
I know you feelin' the vibe 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 to catch wreck
Go ahead, get your on
And you don't have to be twenty-one that shit