Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here to have a good time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you up here and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' 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 best Jay-Z
Too rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga,
Too many wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are
Too many ladies give these too many chances
Too brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches up from 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, equal
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change styles two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out,

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
groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Simmons
If you could catch Jay right, on the night
Without the eight right, maybe you test my weight, right
I dip, speak quicker than you seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever minds stay petty
Mines thinkin' until I'm seventy
heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, the fuck you gon' tell me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know 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 definitely the
But you I do wanna 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, Dang
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't anything
Because we don't know how to go in and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me the eff up?
Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of
I'm not gonna continue show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of now, now like I was sayin'
We build our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies like Roc-A-Fella Records