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' 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 roll me
OG to OG you can reminisce with me
About the hutch, the milk bowl
Two dee took a bank knockin' fools out on

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

Locked down all around for the homies down
When my rags get out you walk a safe
'Cuz I'm a let them killah you better stay inside
And keep yo 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 your shoulder

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

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, will come

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

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

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

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

I ain't no motherfuckin' murderer I'm a
'Cuz 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 free bullet loco head with the what
And these niggaz know they to retreat when I speak
The younger dumb wanna some fun
And liquor way before the age of 21

So how you figure that'll put in work for that hood he love
You paid him no attention so who should he love
And to keep a on him or a phat sack on him
And bomb but be patrollin' the hood
Ran a hoe's name the mud

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

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 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 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