Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

Once was the nigga in the back of the
Who never nothing
His thought became an
I for inspiration, for without that, I will die
(Go)

Here the jam now can you dig it?
stop 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 stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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

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

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

Now who gon' pass You won't last
See we all in the just taking up space
If we's on the side of the track grab the straps
Thought y'all knew wild off past
So who you think you We can get to dueling
On some old school shit, like we schoolin'

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

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

Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know uh we spit 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 beauty
The girl I wanna cut is absent but I see a

But bump a flirt, I need to be doin' homework to graduate
Saturate my body and memory on algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and 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 baby
O.G. Original Goofball, and I to slang the hard heart
And smoke the soft softball saw the way-hall

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

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

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?