Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been always told to keep my up
But three just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, street's the
We dungeon Outkast and Goodie Mobbin

Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather a nigga with a perm
Ain't got to punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin'
To another nigga's interpretation of
[Unverified], why a president'll be a swat guy

That's choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from to outside
Well you gon' die anyway, Wrong

I plan to live forever, I know it seems mighty
If you think about it in Earth
God, we on the TV what we let like earthworms
Stay underground [unverified] or Dig Dug

Only come above to shake hands and hugs
Lay your beautiful body down on fur rug
You got to a damn if you do not give a fuck, ha
Rack 'em up 'cuz we

Once was the nigga in the back of the
Who said nothing
His thought an amplifier
I for inspiration, for without that, I will die
(Go)

the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that school shit and uh
You that uh we spit it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Got issues on my mind a fool from Columbine
Will I swallow my or take that ride?
Better think before my cock get slide and a dive
Into hot pit like ball of grease

Stand alone on my own ten toes foes
a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold
Luck has struck one for seven every roll
snake eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold

Stand down like black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and y'all broke
all out for an A plus in class
I bust ass walkin' over broken glass

Now who gon' player? You won't last
See we all in the just taking up space
If on the other side of the track grab the straps
Thought y'all wild off runnin' past
So who you think you We can get to dueling
On old school shit, like we high schoolin'

he is
Get him
(Don't run, run)
Yeah sucker, what'cha gon' do
What'cha gon' do now

Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that high shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

Don't stop and uh don't quit uh
We own high school shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

Let me walk you little kiddies my school days
Sunday night I hit a party, a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday, homeroom was lookin'
The I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie

But a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate
Saturate my body and on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to
Go you jack-off, nigga take the hat off

I'm a third freshman, I started with the best of them
But now them niggas passed me, I'm just a baby daddy
O.G. Original Goofball, and I to slang the hard heart
And smoke the softball saw through the way-hall

up in the school, they know my name, look
But because my face is in like eight different yearbooks
Could've been the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open like sesame

All me to chill out
(Chill out)
you be a drop out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is you're thirty-something
At your house, yeah

Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that school shit and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?