Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been always told to my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from
Life's a stage, the cage
We dungeon rats Outkast and Mobbin

Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather have a nigga with a
Ain't got to punk, on my side than a nigga who frontin'
To another interpretation of god-stuntin'
[Unverified], why both a president'll be a guy

That's like choosing which you gon' get shot by
A and some hot fries
eating me up from inside to outside
Well you gon' die anyway, right?

I plan to live forever, I it seems mighty long
If you think about it in Earth
Thank God, we on the TV what we let like
Stay like [unverified] or Dig Dug

Only come above to shake hands and give
Lay your beautiful body on this fur rug
You got to give a damn if you do not a fuck, ha
'em up 'cuz we bustin'

Once was the in the back of the class
Who never said
His became an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for that, I will die
(Go)

the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that school shit and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You that uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Got issues on my mind like a fool from
Will I swallow my pride or take ride?
Better think before my cock get slide and take a
Into this hot pit ball of grease

Stand alone on my own ten toes foes
a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold
Luck has one buck for seven every roll
Throwin' snake eyes a nigga gon' fold

Stand down like black vogues on goes
all the dough and leavin' y'all broke
Going all out for an A in class
I bust ass walkin' barefoot over glass

Now who gon' pass player? You won't
See we all in the race taking up space
If we's on the side of the track grab the straps
y'all knew wild off runnin' past
So who you you foolin'? We can get to dueling
On some old school shit, we high schoolin'

he is
Get him
(Don't run, run)
Yeah sucker, what'cha gon' do
gon' do now sucker?

Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You that uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high shit and uh
You that uh we spit it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

Let me walk you little kiddies my school days
Sunday night I hit a party, a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday, was lookin' beauty
The girl I wanna cut is but I see a cutie

But bump a flirt, I need to be this homework to graduate
my body and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you and totin' that's to assassinate
Go you jack-off, nigga take the hat off

I'm a third year freshman, I started the best of them
But now them niggas done passed me, I'm a baby daddy
O.G. Goofball, and I used to slang the hard heart
And smoke the soft softball saw the way-hall

Niggas up in the school, know my name, look
But that's my face is in like eight different yearbooks
Could've been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open like sesame

All tellin' me to out
(Chill out)
Before you be a out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is when thirty-something
At your mom's house,

Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own high school shit and uh
You that uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?