Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over there
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up and kick 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!)
Well I'm gone, this out
Too much West dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my
That you're just a fish in a pool of nigga, listen
Too bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are
Too ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I been this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too to come together
Cause too much black and too much love, forever
I don't any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, the fuck
That's twenty two too's for motherfuckers 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 smooth on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too many niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you test my weight, right
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, next the minister's screamin' your
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
heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' 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 no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb
But you I do wanna 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, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our people have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act
("Hey the fuck up!")
a minute wait 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, then I'ma my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was
We build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin Roc-A-Fella Records