Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad
We tonight to have a good time
("Yo! the show! Start the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a 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!)
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, check out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many on a mission
Doin best Jay-Z rendition
Too many motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
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 many bitches are
Too many ladies give these niggaz too chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers know what romance is
Too bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I around this block, too many times
Rocked, too rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too
To all my brothers it too late to come together
Cause too much black and too love, equal forever
I don't any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine
So I styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's twenty two for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I Check 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, up smooth like on ya
Whole like hold-up, swoll up
Too faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could my weight, right
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I in, look in your casket
sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'"
You never ready, petty minds stay petty
Mines thinkin' 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 know this is a fat (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the
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 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 wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, turn music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act
("Hey shut the up!")
Wait a minute wait a who told me shut the eff up?
Who me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, 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 gotta build our own business, we get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records