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 Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and fat
Why don't you come up and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a freestyle 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 musta hear 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 West coast dick-lickin, and too niggaz on a mission
Doin your Jay-Z rendition
Too rough 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 give these niggaz too chances
Too many brothers wannabe don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many
I around this block, too many times
Rocked, too rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too late to together
Cause too much black and too much love, forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's twenty two too's for y'all out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? 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 groove like hold-up, up
Too many faggot niggaz, my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay minds like Richard Simmons
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you seen
Administer pain, next the screamin' your name
At your as I peak in, look in your casket
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty minds stay
Mines thinkin' longevity until I'm
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat (aight)
Now this is on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella 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 havin' a lot of with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that music
I smell 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 wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, until you 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 gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records