Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
Been always to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the 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 have punk, on my side than a nigga who
To another interpretation of god-stuntin'
[Unverified], why both a be a swat guy

like choosing which bullet you gon' get shot by
A and some hot fries
Slowly eating me up from to outside
you gon' die anyway, right? Wrong

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

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

was the nigga in the back of the class
Who said nothing
His thought an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for that, I will die
(Go)

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

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

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

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

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

Now who gon' pass player? You last
See we all in the race just taking up
If we's on the other side of the grab the straps
Thought y'all knew wild off past
So who you think you foolin'? We can get to
On some old school shit, we high schoolin'

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

Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that high 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?

Let me walk you little through my school days
Sunday I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday, homeroom was beauty
The girl I cut is absent but I see a cutie

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

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

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

All me to chill out
(Chill out)
you be a drop out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is you're thirty-something
At mom's house, yeah

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