Luyện nghe bài hát 22 Two's

Yo whassup this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We tonight to have a good time
("Yo! Start the show! the show!")
a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle
Put that champagne down, and 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 motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, 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 coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission
Doin your Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my
you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, too bitches are shady
Too ladies give these niggaz too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what is
Too many bitches up from too many sexual advances
No question; Jay-Z got too answers
I been around block, too many times
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too nines, too
To all my it ain't too late to come together
Cause too much and too much love, equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride
So I styles every two rhymes, hah, what 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 smooth on ya
Whole groove hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggaz, my spendin'
Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Simmons
If you catch Jay right, on the late night
Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight,
I dip, quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain, next the minister's your name
At wake as I peak in, look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, sleepin'"
You never ready, forever petty stay petty
Mines thinkin' longevity I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, after felony, what?
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' me?

("Oh!")

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you this is a fat track (aight)
Now this is on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is 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, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back
(Hah, a lot)
Wait a minute a minute wait a minute wait a minute
Ace, that music down
I smell some reefer, now you
That's why, our people don't have
we don't know how to go in places and act properly
("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 gonna continue this show, you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma my speech
you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'
We build our own business, we gotta get our own
companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records