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 flowers super fly?Wow, the southern pride been known to shut it down?But it ain't so country my 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 wink wink.
no we don't speak.
in a blink them folks could have you 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 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 people in the it's time to cut a rug
and throw the deuce up in the sky for the shutrerbuggs.
I'm double and if you're empty you can grab a cup.
Boy stop, i'm playing.
Boy stop??Now goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
'round 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 wanna breed. 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 she's really
You know I see her all the
I go, and even in my dreams
I can a way to make her mine
Cause I know livin phat
Her boyfriend's and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with
Cause it comes to playing basketball
I'm last to be picked
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 their men ball
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 been in the
For talkin' mess
I confess a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and knows yo' name
Glad I to my senses
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 little bit
I I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good I would her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat a bat
And a six four
I wish I was bit taller
I I was a baller
I I had a girl who looked good I would call her
I wish I had a in a hat with a bat
And a six Impala

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 natural charge, bon
Yeah, the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Bees on a swarm!
on ya dollar's ass, disco 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 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!!!)
What the hell am I here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I belong here
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run
One time
Throw your hands real high
Yea, get down
Let me see you all

Hennessy and trees, that's all I
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 come 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 baby on you can wobble wit it
Ooh ooh come on you can hustle wit it
Do the Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya in the air don't stop wit it

Hey

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

Hey ladies in the I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid and bluer
There's to me than you'll ever know
And got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom
Date women on T.V. the help of Chuck Woolery
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 took off her and put on my bib
I'm wheelin' and dealin' I a little bit of stealing
bring you back to the place and your dress I'm feeling
Your body's on time and your mind is
Staring at the cracks up there upon the
Such and be the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a telling her I'm all knowing
talking to the kid
I'm here every lie that you know that I never did