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 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 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 flour for tortillas and for enchiladas.
if you follow wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink them folks have you sleeping in the clink.
I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. the nigga the BIG BOI OUT?Now party 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 and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
I'm double and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
Now party people in the club it's to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky 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 shit Do that shit do it
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do shit Do that shit do it

I wish I was six-foot-nine
So I can get Leoshi
she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my
I can scheme a way to her mine
Cause I know livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I compete with that
Cause it comes to playing basketball
I'm last to be picked
And in some never 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 their men
Dag y'all! I never understood,
Why the jocks get the fly
And me I get the rats
I tell 'em scat, skittle,
Got hit a bottle
And I been in the
For that mess
I confess it's a when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody yo' name
Glad I came to my
Like got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the of me and her together

So when I asked her out she said I her type

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

He's
She's
thats the type of i hate

ya'll know the lyrics, come with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, yay,
Gimme the mic so I can it away.
Off on a charge, bon voyage
Yeah, the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya ass, disco dorm!
For you to touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
Chop down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Bates!
My slam, sharp 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 belong here
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run
One y'all
Throw your hands real high
Yea, get y'all
Let me see you all

and trees, that's all I need
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, rock the
It goes left, right, left,
left, right, left, right, left, right, left,
Ooh ooh baby on you can wobble 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 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 hands in the air don't wit it

Hey

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

Hey in the place I'm callin' 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 than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom or Tom Foolery
women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the
I took off her and put on my bib
I'm and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your body's on time and mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there the ceiling
Such and such be the bass I'm throwing
Talking to a girl her I'm all knowing
She's to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you that I never did