Luyện nghe bài hát Case Of The Pta

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

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

You would say knocking at my window
Someone's ringing my bell, ding
It's two in the morning
Hey yo G, what the going on?

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

But never the less, goes to show my potential
And even though our love was
One me, two you your pops
Now am I to do

I had to into educated lad
Going around doing chores for dad
Playing a duck, sweaters and shoes
Chilling with pop listen to the blues

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

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

Roar, Busta Rhymes the infamous
Always 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
Busta liked to killed the complex

Hey yo, in class, kicked it to this girl

The teacher try to me I was Pharoah
No no no

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

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

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

Aah, yo teachers hate me but the girls don't me
I'm C Brown, Class Clown
Gettin' still aah, I chill yo
Depending on the day and how I

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

But I do it, you did it
I'm suspended, you was it
And now it's time to pay for the
That I never got caught Judge Wapner, bam take on the court

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

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

He announced me guilty you
hundred sixty four days
Of detention to
Some

I felt this 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 case of that old P.T.A.