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

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

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

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

But the less, here goes 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 into educated lad
Going around doing chores for dad
Playing a duck, wearing sweaters and
with 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
myself and use some sense, so I did, hey
It didn't do a damn but a case to complain, so now I sing

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

Roar, Busta Rhymes the mighty
misbehaving and mischeivous
Causing aggravation I'll never
Pushing out spit balls through straws, in class

In gym, I got caught at
For ligthing up the grass
Teacher, teacher, go to the
Busta Rhymes liked to 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 detention no no with suspension
A child's wickedy wild the Calbridge Hill
Teach us just a knowledge to go talk to my
Now when she gets home, gonna wear out the body

I this 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 just another 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
on the day and how I feel

Sometimes I leave an apple 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 like Judge Wapner, bam take on the

A of teachers, parents, and preachers
A principal and one kid 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 me guilty you have
Three hundred sixty days
Of to serve
nerve

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

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