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

Take control of me, fool you can roll me
OG to OG you can reminisce with me
About the hutch, about the bowl
Two dee took a left knockin' fools out on

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

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

Set trippin' wit me because I see is greenery
And all I see
As the day gets older, tweak
Take a over your shoulder

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

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

I bounced to 120 and
Yeah, my house across from the store
Just like that hit by the drive way and park in the
1986 is known to jack

Around this of the hood you found no punks
Many gang bangers, fiends and drunks
I learned, bunny hops, rocks and cops
I ran out of boys toys and nights sees on hot days

Just apple sticks on RC cola to break a sweat
Now I bet everybody's comin' up
If you turnin' the wrong street lie you to get stuck
Now

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

I ain't no motherfuckin' I'm a killah
'Cuz murderers get life and killaz keep killin'
I'd rather die with my open
So I can see how these motherfuckers do me

They set me free loco head with the beat what
And these niggaz know have to retreat 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 him no attention so who should he love
And to a strap on him or a phat sack on him
And bomb but be patrollin' the hood
Ran a hoe's name the mud

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

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

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 diddy you'll get

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