Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good
("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' tape of yours, and fat
Why don't you come up here and a lil' freestyle
Put champagne 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!)
motherfuckers 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 your Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my
That you're just a in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't what romance is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many
I been around block, too many times
Rocked, too rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too late to together
Cause too much black and too much love, equal
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, the fuck
That's 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
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my
Exercisin' you're, gay minds like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight,
I dip, speak quicker than you ever
Administer pain, next the minister's your name
At your wake as I peak in, in your casket
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty stay petty
thinkin' 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 comin' on new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is the bomb
But you know I do say somethin' to you, I know
You've been a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a
Ace, turn that music
I smell reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act
("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 continue this show, until 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
Record goin like Roc-A-Fella Records