Luyện nghe bài hát Case of The Pta

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, yo, yo, yo, I understand
Why the parents and the teachers and everybody 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 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 case of that old P.T.A., huh man

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

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

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

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

I had to transform educated lad
Going doing chores for your dad
a duck, wearing sweaters and shoes
Chilling with pop just listen to the

And talking to mom about 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 to complain, so now I sing

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

Roar, Busta the mighty infamous
Always misbehaving and
Causing aggravation never pause
Pushing out spit balls through 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 girl Cheryl

The teacher try to me I was Pharoah
No no no

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

I hate this relationship, the mom and
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 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' aah, sometimes I chill yo
Depending on the day and how I

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

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

A room of teachers, parents, and
A and one kid dress in sneakers
Case of brown versus the board, order
Yo twelve, verse one is a

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

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

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 another case of old P.T.A.