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

Take control of me, fool you can roll me
OG to OG you can reminisce with me
About the hutch, about the bowl
Two dee a bank left knockin' fools 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' real
I know that you can feel penitentiary

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

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

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

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

I to 120 and Figueroa
Yeah, my posted across from the store
like that hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 fools is known to

Around 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 boys with toys and nights 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 you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get

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

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

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

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

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

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

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