Luyện nghe bài hát 21 & Under

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

Ah, yo, I walked into a I stepped straight to the freezer
I grabbed some ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers
I 'em on the counter then I went to find some chips
I'm thinkin' bout this bitch I'm to visit with the hips
I asked the 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 didn't no ones
I gave him twenty, in walked some
Eyes beemin' red headed straight for the

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

He said "They started fuckin' around and went to Terrace"
It long before the forties was gone
So as I turned I told my young niggaz to stay strong
Because no how you scan it you're the future 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 and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
Yeah sixteen old hangin' out drinkin' forties
In the East Columbus
As they jumped onto they bikes in the snow
all turned 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 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 rollin'
When the Liks is in the we let you know like yo
If you hit me a forty black I hit you with a flow

It was a night, house party goin' on
At my homies house, from dusk till
Blunts in the air plus of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin' pushed in the
In the corner was the DJ, gettin'
Feelin' shit off the Alehze and ice
I only had one mic, now
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 damn
Doin' what I and when I'm on the mic
Push came to shove now he's
That's happens when the liquor does your thinkin'
So keep this in mind when you're out there

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin'
Twice, for my rollin' dice
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
As we send it out once, for my niggaz blunts
Twice, for all my rollin' dice
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 piece
I ain't even mad I ain't mad
I ain't mad at y'all
the Alkaholiks

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