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 to the game, so I'm not gonna let it

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

It was me baby boppa and the tic
All my folks locked down, make it legit
So I'm a and keep my spittin' straight real
I know that you can penitentiary steel

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

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

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

this life I can't help but dis my dream
Maybe West anthems I want to roll a beam
Clean, but had to be a Mex
Now hopefully that 850 lookin spiffy, come next

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

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

Just sticks on death RC cola to break a sweat
Now I bet that comin' up
If you turnin' the street lie you 'bout to get stuck
Now

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

I no motherfuckin' murderer I'm a killah
'Cuz murderers get life and killaz keep killin'
I'd rather die with my open
So I can see how these motherfuckers do me

They set me free bullet loco head the beat what
And these niggaz know they have to when I speak
The dumb wanna have some fun
And drinkin' liquor way the age of 21

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

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

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

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