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 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 for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas.
if you wink wink.
no doubt we speak.
in a them folks could have 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 fisted and if you're empty you can a cup.
I'm double fisted and if empty you can grab a cup.
Now party 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 playas in the back yack.
Bendin' 'round 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 want? You me wanna breed. Girl freeze.
We be
Get up (X3)
Do That shit Do that do it

I wish I was six-foot-nine
So I can get Leoshi
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 know she's phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I compete with that
Cause when it comes to playing
I'm always to be picked
And in some never picked at all
So I lean up on the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the 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 rats
I 'em scat, skittle, scabobble
Got hit a bottle
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
I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got to my stomach
Overcommeth by the thoughts of me and her

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

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

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

ya'll the lyrics, come sing with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, 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
Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya ass, disco dorm!
For you to touch my skill,
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't kill. Now
that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I psycho 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 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 y'all
Yea, get down
Let me see you all

Hennessy and trees, that's all I
Back it up, don't
Hit the floor, make it
Rock the boat, the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat, rock 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 come 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 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 in the air don't stop wit it

Hey

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

Hey ladies in the 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 Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out for a female companion
I threw the lasso 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 bring you back to the and your dress I'm feeling
Your on time and your mind is appealing
Staring at the cracks up upon the ceiling
and such be the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a girl her I'm all knowing
talking to the kid
I'm telling every lie that you know that I never did