Luyện nghe bài hát Young Fun

He young, he young, he young, he
She young, she young, she young, she
He young, he young, he young, he
She young, she young, she young, she

I hit the 21 blocks each and day
Niggaz peepin' shoulders in each and every way
No sweat, if I sweat it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not let it

Take control of me, fool you can with me
From OG to OG you can with me
About the hutch, about the milk
Two dee took a bank left knockin' out on

It was me baby and the homey tic
All my locked down, gotta make it legit
So I'm a spit and keep my spittin' straight
I know that you can feel steel

Locked down all around for the homies touchin'
When my get out you walk a safe ground
I'm a let them ride killah you better stay inside
And keep yo shit on yo side

Set trippin' wit me because I see is greenery
And all I see
As the day gets older, don't
Take a look your shoulder

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done

Livin' this life I help but dis my dream
Maybe since West anthems I want to a beam
Clean, but had to be a Mex
Now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, will come

I to 120 and Figueroa
Yeah, my house posted from the store
Just like hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 is known to jack

Around this click of the hood you found no
Many gang bangers, dope fiends and
I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and
I ran out of boys toys and nights sees on hot days

Just apple sticks on death RC cola to break a
Now I bet everybody's comin' up
If you the wrong street lie you 'bout to get stuck
Now

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get

I ain't no murderer I'm a killah
'Cuz murderers get life nigga and killaz killin'
I'd rather die with my open
So I can see how these wanna do me

They set me free bullet head with the beat what
And niggaz know they have to retreat when I speak
The younger dumb wanna have fun
And drinkin' way before the age of 21

So how you that'll never put in work for that hood he love
You never him no attention so who should he love
And to keep a on him or a phat sack on him
And some bomb but be the hood
Ran a hoe's name the mud

And these crooked's stick a strap in mouth
Without a doubt that's the got lost and turned out
He shoulda keep patient but you was still
Chasin' a double is what that young nigga facin'
And all he was

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done