Luyện nghe bài hát Case Of The Pta

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, yo, yo, yo, I can't
Why the and the teachers and everybody trying to o the kids
The young generation yo, what's the brah, Charlie Brown, man
I don't know what the deal is, you hafta ask my partna D
Yo yo, tell us D, tell us D, mass confusion g, I don't what's up
Hey yo man, just another case of that old P.T.A., huh man

In I wrote notes and took quotes from Shakespeare
And other of rhymes to show you that I care
But things like together to you my only one
It was I can say it was another one

You would say someone's at my window
Someone's ringing my bell, ding
It's about two in the
Hey yo G, the Hell's going on?

It's another case of that old P.T.A.

But never the less, here to show my potential
And even our love was three-dimensional
One me, two you three pops
Now am I to do

I had to transform into lad
Going around chores for your dad
Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and
Chilling with pop just listen to the

And talking to mom about a love for her daughter
Suggesting to me that I just oughta, watch myself, inch by
Watch myself and use sense, so I did, hey
It didn't do a thing but a case to complain, so now I sing

It's just another of that old P.T.A.

Roar, Busta Rhymes the infamous
misbehaving and mischeivous
Causing aggravation I'll pause
Pushing out spit through plastic straws, in class

In gym, I got at last
For up the courtyard grass
Teacher, teacher, go to the
Rhymes liked to killed the complex

Hey yo, in class, kicked it to this Cheryl

The teacher try to me I was Pharoah
No no no

I'm not with no no with suspension
A wickedy wild the Calbridge Hill styles
Teach us just a to go talk to my mommy
Now when she gets home, she's wear out the body

I hate relationship, the mom and teacher
When she reaches home hey yo she that I reached ya
Okay, of I am the new school, pray
my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

It's another case of that old P.T.A.

Aah, yo teachers me but the girls don't take me
Because I'm C Brown, Clown
Gettin' aah, sometimes I chill yo
on the day and how I feel

Sometimes I an apple that's rotten and brown
No where to be
Poll tax on sheets, five a week
in the lunchroom, I gotta get some sleep

But I do it, you did it
I'm suspended, you was it
And now time to pay for the crime
That I got caught like Judge Wapner, bam take on the court

A of teachers, parents, and preachers
A principal and one kid dress in
Case of brown versus the board, order
Yo twelve, one is a slaughter

I my case, aah
to face, aah
It was a
And everyone was in yo

He announced me guilty you
Three hundred sixty days
Of to serve
nerve

I felt could be from pissed
The of the board said "Case dismissed"
As I walk out the room I them say
Aah, yeah yeah

It's just another of that old P.T.A.