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 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.
They got flour for tortillas and for enchiladas.
if you follow wink.
no doubt we speak.
in a blink them folks could have you 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 throw the up in the sky just for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
I'm fisted and if you're empty you can grab 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 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 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 shit Do that do it

I I was like six-foot-nine
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 a way to make her mine
Cause I know livin phat
Her tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete that
Cause when it comes to playing
I'm always to be picked
And in some cases never at all
So I just up on the wall
Or sit up in the with the rest of the girls
Who to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood,
Why the jocks get the fly
And me I get the rats
I 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit with a
And I in the hospital
For talkin' that
I it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody yo' name
Glad I came to my
Like quick-quick got 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 bit taller
I I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I call her
I I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six four
I wish I was little bit
I I was a baller
I wish I had a who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a in a hat with a bat
And a six four

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

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, from the home of the Dodgers, squad
Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya ass, disco dorm!
For you to touch my skill,
You have the one Killer 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 killerrrr Norman 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 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 hands real high y'all
Yea, get down
Let me see you all

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

Hey

this hey
beat, this beat hey
this is sick
lets some fun
this is sick
I wanna take a on your disco stick
hey
beat hey
this beat, this hey
this is sick
Don't think too much bust that dick
I wanna take a 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 ever
And I've got more hits Sadaharu Oh
Tom Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female
I the lasso 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 make a little bit of
I'll you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up there upon the
Such and be the bass 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 I never did