Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
always told 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 rats and Goodie Mobbin

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

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

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 earthworms
Stay underground like or Dig Dug

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

Once was the nigga in the of the class
Who never 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 quit 'cuz uh
We own high 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 school shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

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

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

Stand down like black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all
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 taking up
If on the other side of the track grab the straps
Thought y'all wild 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, gon' do now?
What'cha gon' do now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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