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 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 and lettuce for enchiladas.
if you follow wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink folks could have you sleeping in the clink.
I'm shittin' on niggas and pee'ing on the seat. It's the 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 fisted and if you're empty you can a cup.
Now party people in the 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 empty you can a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' corners in the 'lac.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do shit do it
And this out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do shit do it

I wish I was six-foot-nine
So I can get with
Cause she don't me but yo she's really fine
You I see her all the time
I go, and even in my dreams
I can a way to make her mine
Cause I she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays
So how am I gonna with that
when it comes 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 bleachers the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men
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 been in the
For talkin' that
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a
That's the size of a box and knows yo' name
Glad I to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her

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

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

phony
She's
thats the type of i hate

ya'll know the lyrics, 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 home of the Dodgers, squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr on a swarm!
Rain on ya ass, disco dorm!
For you to even my skill,
You have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
Chop that down, it all around!
get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho Norman 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, it drop
the boat, rock 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 baby on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get wit it
Put ya hands in the air don't wit it
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 hands in the air don't wit it

Hey

beat hey
this beat, this hey
beat is sick
lets have fun
this beat is
I wanna 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 wanna take a on your disco stick

Hey ladies in the place I'm out to ya
There never was a city kid and bluer
There's more to me you'll ever know
And got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom
women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand
And I'm out looking for a female companion
I threw the around 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 bring you back to the place and your dress I'm
Your body's on time and mind is appealing
Staring at the up there upon the ceiling
and such be the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl telling her I'm all
She's to the kid
I'm telling here every lie you know that I never did