Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
Been always told to my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from
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 side a nigga who frontin'
To another interpretation of god-stuntin'
[Unverified], why both a be a swat guy

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

I plan to live forever, I it seems mighty long
If you about it in Earth terms
Thank God, we on the TV what we let like
Stay underground like or Dig Dug

Only come above to shake hands and hugs
Lay your 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 never nothing
His thought became an
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 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 school shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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

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

Stand down like four black on goes
Snatchin' all the and leavin' y'all broke
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 taking up space
If we's on the other side of the grab the straps
Thought y'all knew off runnin' past
So who you think you We can get to dueling
On old school shit, like we high schoolin'

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

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?

stop and uh don't quit 'cuz 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 through my school
Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, 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 homework to
my body and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' 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 done passed me, I'm a baby daddy
O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the hard
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 been the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and open while like sesame

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

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