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 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 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 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.
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 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 stop??Now this goes out to all my playas in the 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 with
she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You I see her all the time
I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme a way to make her
Cause I know she's livin
Her boyfriend's tall and he ball
So how am I gonna compete with
Cause it comes to playing basketball
I'm last to be picked
And in some never picked at all
So I just lean up on the
Or sit up in the bleachers the rest of the girls
Who came to watch men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood,
Why the get the fly girls
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 it's a shame you livin' in a city
That's the of a box and nobody knows yo' name
I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got to my stomach
Overcommeth by the of me and her together

So when I asked her out she 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 call her
I wish I had a in a hat with a bat
And a six four
I I was little bit taller
I wish I was a
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 Impala

phony
She's
thats the type of i hate

ya'll the lyrics, come sing with me

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, yay,
Gimme the mic so I can it away.
Off on a natural charge, bon
Yeah, from the 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 gonna kill. Now
Chop that down, it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick to the ground!
For any MC in any 52 states,
I gets psycho killerrrr Bates!
My producer slam, sharp 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 am I doing here
(Ooh, baby, I it raww...)
I dont belong
(Yeah baby, I it RAWWW!!!)
Run, run run run
One y'all
your hands real high y'all
Yea, get y'all
Let me see you all

and trees, that's all I need
Back it up, don't
Hit the floor, it drop
Rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, the boat
the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat, rock the boat
It left, right, left, right
left, right, left, right, left, right, left,
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wit it
Do the Mo, get cocky wit it
Put ya hands in the air stop wit it
Ooh ooh baby come on you can wit it
Ooh ooh come 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
this beat, this hey
this beat is
lets some fun
this beat is
I wanna take a ride on disco stick
hey
this hey
this beat, beat hey
this is sick
Don't think too much just bust dick
I wanna take a ride on your disco

Hey in the place I'm callin' out to ya
never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than ever know
And I've got more than Sadaharu Oh
Tom Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck
Words are flowing out just the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female
I threw the lasso the tallest one and dragged her to the crib
I off her moccasins and put on my bib
I'm and dealin' I make a little bit of stealing
I'll bring you back to the place and your I'm feeling
Your body's on time and your mind is
Staring at the cracks up there the ceiling
and such be the bass that I'm throwing
Talking to a telling her I'm all knowing
She's to the kid
I'm telling here every lie that you that I never did