Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad
We here tonight to have a time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil'
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Y'all motherfuckers musta that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm gone, this out
Too much coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
your best Jay-Z rendition
Too rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many are shady
Too ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I around this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it too late to come together
too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride
So I styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out,

Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
I'm gone, yo, yo, yo
Copped to my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the eight right, you could test my weight, right
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay
Mines thinkin' longevity I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album, on records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the
But you know I do say somethin' to you, I know
You've been a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you
Mad Wednesday's, King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, that music down
I some reefer, now you see?
why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't how to go in places and act properly
("Hey the fuck up!")
Wait a minute a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella