Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been always told to keep my up
But three shakes just 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 have a nigga with a perm
Ain't got to have punk, on my than a nigga who frontin'
To another nigga's of god-stuntin'
[Unverified], why a president'll be a swat guy

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

I to live forever, I know 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 beautiful body down on this fur rug
You got to give a damn if you do not a fuck, ha
'em up 'cuz we bustin'

Once was the nigga in the back of the
Who said nothing
His thought became an
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 'cuz uh
We own that school shit and uh
You that uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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

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

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

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

Now who gon' pass player? You won't
See we all in the just taking up space
If on the other side of the track 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, like we schoolin'

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

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

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

Let me walk you kiddies 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 doin' this to graduate
Saturate my body and on some algebrate
Bro, why you and totin' that's to assassinate
Go masturbate you jack-off, take the hat off

I'm a year freshman, I started with the best of them
But now them niggas passed me, I'm just a baby daddy
O.G. Goofball, and I used 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 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 your mom's house,

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