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 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.
got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas.
if you follow wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink them 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 throw the up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can a cup.
I'm fisted and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
Now party in the club it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double fisted and if you're you can grab a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy stop??Now this goes out to all my playas in the sippin' yack.
'round 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. What you You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That Do that shit do it

I wish I was like
So I can get with
Cause she don't know me but yo she's fine
You I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and in my dreams
I can a way to make her mine
Cause I she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's and he plays ball
So how am I compete with that
Cause when it comes to basketball
I'm last to be picked
And in some cases picked at all
So I just lean up on the
Or sit up in the with the rest of the girls
Who to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I understood, black
Why the get the fly girls
And me I get the rats
I 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit with a
And I in the hospital
For that mess
I confess a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and knows yo' name
Glad I came to my
quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcommeth by the of me and her together

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

I wish I was little bit
I I was a baller
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 Impala
I I was little bit taller
I I was a baller
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

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

ya'll know the lyrics, sing with me

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

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

Hey

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

Hey ladies in the I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and
There's to me than 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 Chuck
Words are flowing out just the Grand Canyon
And I'm out looking for a female companion
I threw the lasso the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her 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
Your body's on time and mind is appealing
Staring at the up there upon the ceiling
Such and such be the bass I'm throwing
to a girl telling her I'm all knowing
She's to the kid
I'm here every lie that you know that I never did