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 and every day
Niggaz peepin' they 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 roll me
From OG to OG you can reminisce me
About the hutch, the milk bowl
Two dee took a left knockin' fools out on

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

Locked down all around for the touchin' down
my rags get out you walk a safe ground
'Cuz I'm a let them ride killah you better stay
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, tweak
a look over your shoulder

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

Livin' this I can't 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 spiffy, will come next

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

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

Just apple on death RC cola to break a sweat
Now I bet that 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 you'll get done

I no motherfuckin' murderer 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 motherfuckers do me

They set me bullet loco head with the beat what
And these niggaz know they have to when I speak
The dumb wanna have some fun
And liquor way before 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 a strap on him or a phat sack on him
And bomb but be patrollin' the hood
Ran a name through the mud

And these crooked's stick a strap in mouth
Without a doubt the reason got lost and turned out
He shoulda patient but you was still money
Chasin' a double life is what that 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 dum diddy 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 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