Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

to the voice registration system
of School University
universally
you have
hip hop
one two
for those that don't
in

who got the ta
a jam that you can swerve ta
over tracks so fat, the nickname, Big
probably the kid that half the crews have never hearda
whose mind further
sex, drugs, and murder
so when you the role of the timeless inserter
I'm sorry if 85 and you would have preferred a
full of ignorance
the place is an
before the why
for the of sounding fly, but I
grade your style without the
you don't deserve to
receive the grade that might let you up the nerve to
the rhyme that feeds you
I need you to
my words are with crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten
and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that missing
I'm with the mongoose, cause snakes is steady hissing
to expose my flaws like salt in
since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the
so in other words, nah man, skip the
see what the rewind's for, so be patient
Cause is the direction that my pen should be draggin'
to transform your dollar into bandwagons

J-Live with the mic is like a with a blade
no
man I cut ya lumber
(repeat)

you see somewhere in between the old school and the new
a master of the next
came to teach the now
Cause business class was steady playing old on new fools
so everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop
one-track-minded, blinded, thinking pop's cool
supply & demand rules, replaced by A&R
a scholar of the school
who trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began to fear
"If guy makes an impact on the students that we play,
end up having way too much control over their grades!"
see grades will equal for power, so just like college
you're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing
See that's how knowledge switch from listener to maker
And that's why music switch from listener to faker
so when the listener graduates to be an
you still by the principles because they're heartless
first they you imitate another man's skill
now you use your power for man's will
move the crowd's when they tell you sit still
the crowds pockets instead to get the bread
yeah that's what the students gather from the principal said
they make you think the world bleeds green instead of
but class is in session now so all stuff is dead
I'm coming through with knowledge and wisdom to fill head

J-Live with the mic is like a chef a blade
no
man I cut ya lumber
(repeat X 3)

"now a minute
what the does chopping trees have to do with culinary?"
that's the spirit kid, analyse the
from the moment that you hear it, see, cause don't have the skill to
utilize their function as a garbage filter
so their gets clogged and congested
by the and the effort that's invested in illusion
and by the time's of reality
by the time you get the facts, they're outnumbered in
so I come, to get shit off my and up in you
and I come, to make you feel at home with your
and I come, to seeds of responsibility
Cause I come, harder a sleepless cold shower
refining and
reprimanding those who they're representing by demanding clarity
Cause when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an earful awful
at least that's how it to me
so I lead by in my sound-proof room
and the comp gets on my wack-proof stage
and my be ample in the packed classroom
Cause my thoughts are on an ink-filled page