Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to a good time
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil'
Put that down, and kick 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 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 niggaz on a
Doin your best Jay-Z
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my
you're just a fish 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 many brothers wannabe lovers don't what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up too many sexual advances
No question; got too many answers
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 and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
twenty two too's for y'all 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 reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my
Exercisin' you're, gay minds like Richard Simmons
If you could Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you test my weight, right
I dip, speak than you ever seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in casket
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, petty 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 know is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the
But you know I do wanna say to you, I know
been 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
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell reefer, now you see?
why, our people don't have anything
Because we know how to go in places and act properly
("Hey the fuck up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who told me to the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna this show, until you throw him out
Get him out now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella