Luyện nghe bài hát Young Fun

He young, he young, he young, he
She young, she young, she young, she
He young, he young, he young, he
She young, she young, she young, she

I hit the 21 each and every day
Niggaz peepin' they shoulders in and every way
No sweat, if I sweat it
I stay to the game, so I'm not gonna let it

Take control of me, you can roll with me
From OG to OG you can with me
About the hutch, the milk bowl
Two dee took a bank left knockin' out on

It was me boppa and the homey tic
All my folks locked down, gotta make it
So I'm a spit and keep my spittin' straight
I that you can feel penitentiary steel

Locked down all for the homies touchin' down
When my rags get out you a safe ground
'Cuz I'm a let them ride killah you stay inside
And keep yo shit on yo side

Set trippin' wit me because I see is greenery
And all I see
As the day older, don't tweak
Take a look your shoulder

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy get done

this life I can't help but dis my dream
Maybe since West anthems I want to roll a
Clean, but had to be a Mex
Now hopefully 850 lookin spiffy, will come next

I to 120 and Figueroa
Yeah, my house posted across the store
Just like that hit by the drive way and in the back
fools is known to jack

Around this click of the hood you no punks
Many gang bangers, dope fiends and
I learned, bunny hops, still rocks and
I ran out of boys with toys and sees on hot days

Just apple sticks on death RC to break a sweat
Now I bet that comin' up
If you turnin' the wrong lie you 'bout to get stuck
Now

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done

I no motherfuckin' murderer I'm a killah
'Cuz murderers get life nigga and killaz killin'
I'd rather die my eyes open
So I can see how these wanna do me

They set me bullet loco head with the beat what
And these niggaz know they have to when I speak
The younger dumb wanna some fun
And drinkin' liquor way the age of 21

So how you figure never put in work for that hood he love
You never paid him no so who should he love
And to keep a on him or a phat sack on him
And some bomb but be the hood
Ran a hoe's name the mud

And these crooked's stick a strap in mouth
Without a doubt that's the got lost and turned out
He keep patient but you was still money
Chasin' a double life is what that nigga facin'
And all he was

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy you'll get
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum diddy get done

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum dum diddy you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done

Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done
Young, dumb, of fun
Dum diddy dum you'll get done