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 trying to o the
The young generation yo, the deal brah, Charlie Brown, man
I don't know what the deal is, you hafta ask my Dinco D
Yo yo, tell us D, tell us D, 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 quotes from
And types 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 knocking at my
Someone's my bell, ding song
It's two in the morning
Hey yo G, what the going on?

just 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 your pops
Now am I to do

I had to into educated lad
around doing chores for your dad
Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and
with pop just listen to the blues

And talking to your mom about a love for her
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 just case of that old P.T.A.

Roar, Busta Rhymes the infamous
Always misbehaving and
Causing aggravation never pause
out spit balls through plastic straws, in class

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

Hey yo, in class, it to this girl Cheryl

The teacher try to me I was Pharoah
No no no

I'm not with detention no no 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 gonna wear out the

I this relationship, the mom and teacher
When she reaches home hey yo she that I reached 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 hate me but the girls don't take me
Because I'm C Brown, Class
Gettin' still aah, sometimes I yo
Depending on the day and how I

I leave an apple that's rotten and brown
No to be found
tax on sheets, five 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 it's to pay for the crime
That I never got caught Judge Wapner, bam take on the court

A room of teachers, parents, and
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 everyone was in yo

He announced me guilty you
Three hundred 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 another of that old P.T.A.