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 brades 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 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.
got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas.
if you wink wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink folks could have you sleeping in the clink.
I'm shittin' on and pee'ing on the seat. It's the nigga the BIG BOI OUT?Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
I'm double and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
Now people in the club it's time to cut a rug
and throw the up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy stop??Now this goes out to all my playas in the sippin' yack.
Bendin' corners in the 'lac.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That Do that shit 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 Leoshi
Cause she don't know me but yo really fine
You know I see her all the
Everywhere I go, and in my dreams
I can scheme a way to her mine
Cause I know livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I gonna with that
Cause when it comes to playing
I'm always to be picked
And in some cases picked at all
So I just lean up on the
Or sit up in the bleachers the rest of the girls
Who came to watch men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood,
Why the get the fly girls
And me I get the hood
I 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit a bottle
And I in the hospital
For talkin' mess
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo'
Glad I to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my
by the thoughts of me and her together

So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her

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

phony
She's
thats the type of people i

know the lyrics, come sing with me

Shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon
Yeah, from the of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr on a swarm!
on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm!
For you to even my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he gonna kill. Now
Chop down, pass it all around!
get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, like bam!
Jump on stage, and I dun-daaaah!

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

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

Hey

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

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