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 stop
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 don't
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 '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
'Cause when I be on the pussy I cause explosions
He put them in my bad, up my sums
He said, "That to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones
I him twenty, in walked some shorties
beemin' red headed straight for the forties

Five foot wannabe Tupac's
They asked the man behind the for the Newport boxes
They stole cans 'cause the man couldn't see 'em
'Cause he busy tryin' to tell 'em time he'll ID 'em
One was starin' at me, then 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 said "They homey got some flows and off the beer caps"
Halfway finished, I asked 'em their ages
they lookin' like, they barely out the puberty stages
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too

He said "They started drinkin' fuckin' around and to Terrace"
It wasn't long before the 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 rapper 'cause it's drainin'
Too much strainin' on your brain, I 'em they don't need it
They hit me a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded,"
sixteen years old hangin' out drinkin' forties
In the East cold
As they onto they bikes in the knee-high snow
They all turned around and said, "You shit Rico!"

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

It was a Friday night, house goin' on
At my homies house, from dusk till
Blunts in the air kegs of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin' in the pool
In the corner was the DJ, nice
Feelin' that shit off the and ice
I had one mic, now imagine
A gang of drunk M C's who wanna rappin'

One grabbed the mic and held on too
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 to shove now he's gone
That's what happens when the liquor does thinkin'
So keep this in mind you're out there drinkin'

Can I this out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts
Twice, for my rollin' 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 niggaz smokin'
Twice, for all my niggaz rollin'
times, for my niggaz bust 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 this
I ain't even mad I ain't mad
I ain't even mad at
the Alkaholiks

Yo yo, mic one two one two
live through the headphones
You know how we do it low style
For all in the house I know how you feel
I you feelin' the vibe right about now
Crackin' the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the
Bobbin' head to this 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