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' they shoulders in each and way
No sweat, if I sweat it
I true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it

Take of me, fool you can roll with me
OG to OG you can reminisce 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 folks locked down, gotta it legit
So I'm a spit and keep my spittin' real
I know that you can feel steel

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

Set trippin' wit me because what I see is
And all I see
As the day gets older, tweak
Take a look your shoulder

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

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

I bounced to 120 and
Yeah, my house across from the store
Just like that hit by the drive way and park in the
1986 fools is known to

Around click of the hood you found no punks
Many bangers, dope fiends and drunks
I learned, hops, still rocks and cops
I ran out of boys with toys and sees on hot days

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

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

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

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

So how you figure that'll never put in work for that 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 name through the mud

And these crooked's a strap in your mouth
Without a that's the reason got lost and turned out
He shoulda patient 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 you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done

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

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