Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

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

who got the ta
write a jam you can swerve ta
over so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha
It's probably the kid that half the have never hearda
mind travels further
than sex, drugs, and
so when you play the of the timeless inserter
I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have a
album full of
the place is an
the reasons why
for the sake of fly, but I
your style without the curve
Cause you don't to
receive the grade that let you build up the nerve to
bite the rhyme feeds you
I need you to
my words are whet with crystal-clear so they glisten
and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that missing
I'm rolling with the mongoose, snakes is steady hissing
to expose my flaws like in sores
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 this is the direction that my pen should be
to transform your dollar cabs 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 of the next school
came to the now school
Cause business class was playing old tricks on new fools
so everybody jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels
one-track-minded, blinded, thinking only pop's
supply & demand rules, by A&R rules
a scholar of the next
who wasn't trying to that
so principals and teachers abroad to fear that
"If this guy makes an on the students that we play,
they'll end up having way too much over their grades!"
see grades will equal status for power, so like college
you're so caught up in grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge
See that's how music knowledge switch from to maker
And that's why maker switch from listener to faker
so the listener graduates to be an artist
you still enslaved by the principles they're heartless
they make you imitate another man's skill
now you use your for another man's will
move the mental when they tell you sit still
move the crowds pockets to get the bread
yeah that's what the gather from what the principal said
they make you think the world bleeds green instead of
but is in session now so all that stuff is dead
I'm coming through with and wisdom to fill your head

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

"now a minute
what the hell does chopping trees 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 ears' function as a garbage filter
so brain gets clogged and congested
by the time and the effort invested in illusion
and by the time's definition of
by the you get the facts, they're outnumbered in confusion
so I come, to get shit off my and up in you
and I come, to make you feel at with your power
and I come, to plant seeds of
Cause I come, harder than a cold shower
and refreshing
reprimanding those who claim representing by demanding clarity
Cause when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an earful awful
at that's how it seems to me
so I lead by in my sound-proof room
and the comp gets on my wack-proof stage
and my answers be ample in the packed
my thoughts are reflected on an ink-filled page