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 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 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 doubt we 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 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 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 in the back 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. What you You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do shit Do that shit do it

I wish I was like
So I can get Leoshi
Cause she don't know me but yo really fine
You I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my
I can scheme a way to her mine
I know she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I gonna compete that
Cause when it to playing basketball
I'm always last to be
And in some cases never at all
So I lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men
Dag y'all! I understood, black
Why the jocks get the fly
And me I get the hood
I tell 'em scat, skittle,
Got hit with a
And I in the hospital
For talkin' that
I confess it's a when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody yo' name
Glad I to my senses
Like got sick-sick to my stomach
by the thoughts of me and her together

So when I 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 wish I was little bit
I wish I was a
I wish I had a girl who looked good I 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

know the lyrics, come 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 of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, 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 gets 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!!!)
What the am I doing here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I dont belong
(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, all I need
it up, don't stop
Hit the floor, make it
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, 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 on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh baby on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get wit it
Put ya in the air don't stop wit it
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

Hey

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

Hey in the place I'm callin' 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 hits Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck
are flowing out just like 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 off her moccasins 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 your I'm feeling
Your body's on time and your mind is
Staring at the cracks up there upon the
and such be the bass that 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 know I never did