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 sergeant 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 doubt we speak.
in a blink them folks could you sleeping in the clink.
I'm on niggas 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 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 fisted and if you're empty you can 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 you're you can grab a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy stop??Now this out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' corners in the 'lac.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do that do it
And this goes out to all my in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do that do it

I I was like six-foot-nine
So I can get with
she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and in my dreams
I can scheme a way to her mine
I know she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays
So how am I gonna compete with
Cause when it to playing basketball
I'm always last to be
And in cases 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 watch 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 a bottle
And I in the hospital
For talkin' that
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
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her

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

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

phony
She's
thats the of people i hate

ya'll the lyrics, come sing 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, Brooklyn
Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, dorm!
For you to touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
that 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 producer slam, sharp 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 am I doing here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I belong 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, stop
Hit the floor, it drop
Rock the boat, the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
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 Beattown Mo, get wit it
Put ya hands in the air stop wit it
Ooh ooh come on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby on you can hustle wit it
Do the Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya in the air don't stop wit it

Hey

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

Hey in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll know
And I've got more hits than Oh
Tom Thumb Tom or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck
Words are out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out for a female companion
I the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I make a bit of stealing
I'll bring you to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your body's on time and mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the
Such and such be the bass that I'm
Talking to a girl her I'm all knowing
She's to the kid
I'm telling here every lie you know that I never did