Luyện nghe bài hát Jump on Stage

?Uh, I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe?Boy check the resume, it's risky business in the A?And I've been a witness to this history?Ever since the the 10th grade?We went from rockin to temp fades?I twist my A hat to the side just for style?or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers super fly?Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down?But it ain't so country my nigga this ain't no Gomer Pile?I'm sergeant slaughter?I keep my shit cooked to order in order?To satisfy my people in Georgia and across the water?And across the boarder the ese's are getting smarter.
They got for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas.
if you follow wink.
no doubt we speak.
in a them folks could have you sleeping in the clink.
I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT?Now people in the club it's time to cut a rug
and the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double fisted and if you're you can grab a cup.
I'm double fisted and if empty you can grab a cup.
Now party people in the club time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double fisted and if empty you can grab a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy stop??Now goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' 'round in the 'lac.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do that do it
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do that do it

I wish I was six-foot-nine
So I can get with
Cause she don't know me but yo really fine
You know I see her all the
Everywhere I go, and even in my
I can scheme a way to make her
Cause I she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with
Cause when it comes to basketball
I'm always to be picked
And in some never picked at all
So I lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the with the rest of the girls
Who came to their men ball
Dag y'all! I understood, black
Why the get the fly girls
And me I get the rats
I tell 'em scat, skittle,
Got hit with a
And I in the hospital
For talkin' that
I confess it's a shame when you in a city
That's the size of a box and knows yo' name
I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her

So when I asked her out she said I her type

I I was little bit taller
I wish I was a
I I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four
I wish I was bit taller
I wish I was a
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat a bat
And a six Impala

phony
She's
thats the type of people i

ya'll know the lyrics, come with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, yay,
the mic so I can take it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr on a swarm!
Rain on ya ass, disco dorm!
For you to even my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't kill. Now
that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, like bam!
on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!

But Im a
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I'm a
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
What the hell am I here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I dont here
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run
One time
Throw your hands real high
Yea, get y'all
Let me see you all

Hennessy and trees, that's all I
Back it up, stop
Hit the floor, make it
Rock the boat, the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat
It goes left, right, left,
left, right, left, right, left, right, left,
Ooh ooh come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wit it
Do the Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wit it
Ooh ooh come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get wit it
Put ya hands in the air stop wit it

Hey

this hey
this beat, this hey
this beat is
lets some fun
beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on disco stick
hey
this hey
this beat, this hey
this is sick
Don't too much just bust that dick
I wanna take a ride on your stick

Hey ladies in the place I'm out to ya
There never was a city kid and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever
And I've got more hits Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom or Tom Foolery
Date on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and her to the crib
I took off her and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a little bit of
I'll bring you back to the place and dress I'm feeling
Your body's on time and your is appealing
Staring at the up there upon the ceiling
Such and such be the bass I'm throwing
Talking to a telling her I'm all knowing
talking to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I did