Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been told to keep my head up
But three just don't 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 rather have a nigga a perm
Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a 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 inside to outside
Well you die anyway, right? Wrong

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

Only come to shake 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 'cuz we

Once was the in the back of the class
Who said nothing
His thought an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for that, I will die
(Go)

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

stop and uh don't 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 like a fool from
Will I swallow my pride or take that
Better think before my cock get and take a dive
Into this hot pit like of grease

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

Stand down like four black on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' broke
Going all out for an A plus in
I bust ass walkin' barefoot over glass

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

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

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

Let me walk you little through 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' homework to graduate
my body and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to
Go you jack-off, nigga take the hat off

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

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

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

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