Luyện nghe bài hát 21 & Under

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

Yes yes y'all, and you stop
(Let me ya about 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 stop
(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 some forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers
I threw 'em on the then I went to find some chips
I'm thinkin' bout this I'm bout 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 in my bad, totaled up my sums
He said, "That comes to 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 wannabe
They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport
They stole some 'cause the man couldn't see 'em
'Cause he busy tryin' to tell 'em next time ID 'em
One was at me, then suddenly it hit him
That's that nigga from the let's crack the forties with him
They me daps they said I freak my raps
They said "They homey got flows and twist off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I asked 'em what their
'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 niggaz to stay strong
Because no matter how you it you're the future of the planet
You don't wanna be a 'cause it's drainin' entertainin'
Too much strainin' on your brain, I told 'em they need it
They hit me with a and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
Yeah years old hangin' out drinkin' forties
In the East cold
As they jumped they bikes in the knee-high snow
They all turned and said, "You ain't shit Rico!"

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for my niggaz dice
times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes
So they don't do crimes to make it the hard times
As we send it out once, for my smokin' blunts
Twice, for my rollin' dice
When the Liks is in the house we let you 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 homies house, dusk till dawn
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin' in the pool
In the corner was the DJ, gettin'
Feelin' that shit off the 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, the mic god damn nigga
Doin' what I like and I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now gone
That's what happens when the liquor does thinkin'
So keep this in mind you're out there drinkin'

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz 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
As we send it out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for all my niggaz dice
Three times, for my bust the rhymes
So they don't have to crime to make it the hard times

And I'm out, time to get
As we up out this piece
I ain't even mad I ain't mad
I ain't even mad at
the Alkaholiks

Yo yo, mic one two one two
Transmittin' live 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' head to this album
But yo, we give you
We gonna you a second to catch wreck
Go ahead, get your on
And you don't have to be rock that shit