Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
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 hear that lil' of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me

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

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 reach my quota, push rock, roll up like on ya
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the eight right, you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you ever
Administer pain, next the minister's screamin' name
At your wake as I peak in, look in casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty stay petty
Mines thinkin' until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
Nigga ya broke, what the you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat (aight)
Now this is comin' on new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is the bomb
But you know I do wanna say to you, I know
been havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our people don't have
Because we don't know how to go in places and act
("Hey the fuck up!")
Wait a wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not gonna this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now I was sayin'
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records