Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and a lil' freestyle
Put that down, and kick a lil' 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 motherfuckers 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 many niggaz on a
Doin your Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too bitches are shady
Too many ladies give niggaz too many chances
Too many wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around block, too many times
Rocked, too rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my it ain't too late to come together
Cause too much black and too love, equal forever
I don't follow any cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's twenty two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there,
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, rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my
Exercisin' you're, gay like like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the right, maybe 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 ready, forever petty minds stay petty
thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony 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 on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the
But you know I do wanna say to you, I know
You've havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a wait a minute
Ace, that music down
I smell reefer, now you see?
why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not gonna continue this show, you throw him out
Get him out now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was
We gotta build our own business, we get our own
Record goin like Roc-A-Fella Records