Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
always told to keep my head up
But shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing
a stage, street's the cage
We dungeon Outkast and Goodie Mobbin

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

That's like which bullet you gon' get shot by
A drank and some hot
Slowly me up from inside to outside
you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong

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

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

Once was the in the back of the class
Who never said
His became an amplifier
I for inspiration, for without that, I will die
(Go)

the bomb jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own high school shit and uh
You know that uh we it
Here the 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 a fool from Columbine
Will I swallow my pride or that ride?
think before my cock get slide and take a dive
Into hot pit like ball of grease

Stand on my own ten toes against foes
It's a snowstorm and you gettin' cold
Luck has one buck for seven every roll
Throwin' eyes thinkin' a nigga gon' fold

Stand down four black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' broke
all out for an A plus in class
I ass walkin' barefoot over broken glass

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

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

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

Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb 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, homeroom was lookin'
The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a

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

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

Niggas up in the school, they my name, look
But that's because my face is in like eight different
been took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open while like

All tellin' me to out
(Chill out)
Before you be a out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is when you're
At mom's house, yeah

Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we it
Here the jam now can you dig it?