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 shoulders in and every way
No sweat, 'cuz if I it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not let it

Take control of me, you can roll with me
From OG to OG you can reminisce me
About the hutch, the milk bowl
Two dee took a bank left knockin' 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 you can feel 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 keep yo on yo side nigga

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

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

Livin' this life I 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 bounced to 120 and
Yeah, my house posted from the store
like that hit by the drive way and park in the back
1986 fools is known to

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

Just apple sticks on 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 diddy dum diddy you'll get

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

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

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

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

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