Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here to have a good time
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and fat
Why don't you come up here and a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Y'all musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Well I'm gone, this out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many on a mission
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too bitches are shady
Too ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many
I been around this block, too many
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it too late to come together
Cause too much black and too much love, forever
I don't any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's twenty two for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I Check it out, what?

Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
I'm gone, yo, yo, yo
Copped to my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Simmons
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever minds stay petty
Mines longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know I do say somethin' to you, I know
You've havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our people have anything
we don't know how to go in places and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not gonna continue this show, you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my
Thank you, out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta build our own business, we get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records