Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to a good time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why you come 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!)
I'm gone, check this out
Too much West dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin your 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
call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these niggaz too chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know romance is
Too bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too many
I around this block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't too to come together
too much black and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz mine
So I change styles every two rhymes, hah, 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 like on ya
Whole groove hold-up, swoll up
Too faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard
If you could catch Jay right, on the late
Without the right, maybe you could test my weight, right
I dip, speak than you ever seen
pain, next the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peak in, look in your
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty minds petty
thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony 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 no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know I do wanna say to you, I know
You've been havin' a lot of problems the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm 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)
a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn that down
I smell reefer, now you see?
why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't how to go in places and act properly
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue show, until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then continue my speech
you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta build our own business, we get our own
Record companies goin like Records