Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
Been told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your from bobbing
Life's a stage, street's the
We rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin

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

That's like choosing 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 forever, I know it seems mighty long
If you think about it in Earth
Thank God, we on the TV what we let like
underground like [unverified] or Dig Dug

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

was the nigga in the back of the class
Who said nothing
His became an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for without that, I die
(Go)

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

Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own high school shit and uh
You know 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 take that
Better think before my cock get slide and a dive
this hot pit like ball of grease

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let me walk you little kiddies my school days
night 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 doin' this to graduate
my body and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' to assassinate
Go you jack-off, nigga take the hat off

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

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

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

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?