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 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 follow wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink them folks could 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 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.
I'm double fisted and if you're empty you can a cup.
Now party in the club it's time to cut a rug
and the deuce up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm fisted and if you're empty you can grab 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 that do it
And this goes out to all my ladies in the front. What you want? You make me breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That Do that shit do it

I I was like six-foot-nine
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 even in my
I can a way to make her mine
Cause I she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I compete with that
Cause it comes to playing basketball
I'm always last to be
And in some cases picked at all
So I lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the 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 hood
I tell 'em scat, skittle,
Got hit a bottle
And I in the hospital
For talkin' mess
I confess it's a shame when you in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo'
Glad I came to my
Like quick-quick got to my stomach
by the thoughts of me and her together

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

I I was little bit taller
I wish I was a
I wish I had a girl who good I would call her
I wish I had a 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 Impala

He's
fake
thats the type of i hate

ya'll the lyrics, come sing with me

shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay,
Gimme the mic so I can it away.
Off on a charge, bon voyage
Yeah, the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, dorm!
For you to touch my skill,
You gotta the one Killer 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 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!!!)
the hell am I doing here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I dont here
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run
One y'all
Throw your hands high y'all
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
Rock the boat, rock the boat, 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 come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Beattown Mo, get wit it
Put ya hands in the air stop 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
beat hey
this beat, beat hey
this beat is
Don't think too much just bust that
I wanna a ride 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 know
And I've got more hits Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck
are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a companion
I threw the lasso around the one and dragged her to the crib
I took off her and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and I make a little bit of stealing
bring you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your body's on and your mind is appealing
Staring at the up there upon the ceiling
Such and such be the that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl her I'm all knowing
talking to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you know that I did