Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here to have a good time
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
Wait a minute; I see my man over Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' 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' freestyle for me

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Can I it? (Yes you can!)
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that 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 niggaz on a mission
your best Jay-Z rendition
Too rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That 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 these niggaz too many chances
Too brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up too many sexual advances
No Jay-Z 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 black and too love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines too many niggaz ride mine
So I styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck
That's two too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean?
I continue? 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 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 minds like Richard Simmons
If you could Jay right, on the late night
Without the right, maybe you could 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
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever minds stay petty
Mines 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 know is a fat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is the bomb
But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I
You've havin' a lot of problems with the law
But I know you innocent, and I'm you 100%
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang
Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute a minute
Ace, turn that music
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 wait a minute who told me shut the eff up?
Who told me to the eff up? Get him out of here
I'm not gonna continue this show, you throw him out
Get him out now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's out of now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta our own business, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin like Records