Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad
We here tonight to have a good
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, 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, check out
Too much West dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga,
Too many bitches be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many are shady
Too many ladies these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from too many advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I been around this block, too times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too late to together
Cause too much black and too love, equal forever
I don't follow any cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the
That's twenty two too's for motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? 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 groove hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker you ever seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your as I peak in, look in your casket
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin' longevity I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony,
Nigga ya broke, what the you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you this is a fat track (aight)
Now is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is the bomb
But you I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know
been havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I you innocent, and I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a
Ace, that music down
I some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't have
Because we know how to go in places and act properly
("Hey the fuck up!")
a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not continue this show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma my speech
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was
We build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record goin like Roc-A-Fella Records