Luyện nghe bài hát Case of The Pta

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

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

You would say someone's knocking at my
ringing my bell, ding song
It's two in the morning
Hey yo G, what the Hell's on?

It's just another 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 your
Now am I to do

I had to into educated lad
Going doing chores for your dad
Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and
Chilling pop just 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
Watch and use some sense, so I did, hey
It didn't do a thing but a case to complain, so now I sing

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

Roar, Rhymes the mighty infamous
Always and mischeivous
aggravation I'll never pause
Pushing out spit balls plastic straws, in class

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

Hey yo, in class, kicked it to this girl

The try to tell me I was Pharoah
No no no

I'm not with detention no no with
A child's wickedy wild the Hill styles
us just a knowledge 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 home hey yo she knows that I reached ya
Okay, of I am the new school, pray
my momma, teacher, and my dad hey yo

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

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

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

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 like Wapner, bam take on the court

A of teachers, parents, and preachers
A principal and one kid dress in
Case of brown 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 me guilty you have
hundred sixty four days
Of to serve
nerve

I this could be from pissed
The head of the board "Case dismissed"
As I out the room I hear them say
Aah, yeah yeah

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