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 don't
(Hello)
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
Yes yes y'all, and you stop
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 stop
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 into a store I stepped straight to the freezer
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Breezers
I 'em on the counter then I went to find some chips
I'm thinkin' this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips
I the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans
when I be on the pussy I cause nuclear explosions
He put in my bad, totaled up my sums
He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I have no ones
I him twenty, in walked some shorties
Eyes beemin' red headed for the forties

Five foot three Tupac's
asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes
They stole some cans 'cause the man see 'em
'Cause he tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll ID 'em
One was at me, then suddenly it hit him
That's that nigga the Liks let's crack the forties with him
They me daps they said I freak my raps
They said "They homey got some and twist off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I 'em what their ages
'Cause they lookin' like, barely out the puberty stages
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

He said "They started drinkin' fuckin' and went to Terrace"
It wasn't long the forties was gone
So as I around I told my young niggaz to stay strong
no matter how you scan 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 don't it
hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
Yeah sixteen years old hangin' out drinkin'
In the Columbus cold
As jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow
They all turned around and said, "You shit Rico!"

Can I send out once, for my niggaz smokin' 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 it out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts
Twice, for my niggaz dice
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, party goin' on
At my homies house, from dusk dawn
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin' pushed in the
In the corner was the DJ, nice
Feelin' that shit off the and ice
I had one mic, now imagine
A of drunk M C's who wanna start 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 damn
Doin' I like and when I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now he's
That's what happens when the liquor your thinkin'
So keep this in mind when out there drinkin'

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

And I'm out, to get busy
As we flow up out piece
I ain't mad I ain't even mad
I ain't mad at y'all
It's the

Yo yo, mic one two one two
live through the headphones
You know how we do it low style
For all MC's in the I know how you feel
I know you feelin' the right about now
Crackin' the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the
Bobbin' your head to this
But yo, we gonna you
We gonna give you a second to wreck
Go ahead, get your on
And you don't to be twenty-one rock that shit