Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

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

who got the ta
write a jam that you can ta
tracks so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha
It's probably the kid that half the have never hearda
whose travels further
than sex, drugs, and
so you play the role of the timeless inserter
I'm sorry if 85 and you would have preferred a
album full of
the place is an
the reasons why
for the sake of fly, but I
grade your style without the
Cause you don't to
receive the grade that might let you build up the to
bite the that feeds you
I need you to
my words are whet crystal-clear wisdom so they glisten
and I fill in the blanks for all the answers that you're
I'm rolling with the mongoose, cause snakes is steady
to expose my flaws like salt in
since they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the
so in other words, nah man, the explanation
see that the rewind's for, so be patient
Cause this is the direction that my pen should be
to transform dollar cabs into bandwagons

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

you see somewhere in the old school and the new school
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 & rules, replaced by A&R rules
a scholar of the school
who trying to hear that
so principals and abroad began to fear that
"If this guy makes an impact on the students we play,
they'll end up having way too much control their grades!"
see grades will status for power, so just like college
you're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing
See that's how music switch from listener to maker
And that's why music switch from listener to faker
so when the listener to be an artist
you still enslaved by the principles they're heartless
first they make you imitate another skill
now you use power for another man's will
the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still
move the pockets instead to get the bread
yeah that's the students gather from what the principal said
make you think the world bleeds green instead of read
but class is in session now so all stuff is dead
I'm through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head

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

"now wait a
what the does chopping trees have to do with culinary?"
that's the spirit kid, the lyric
from the moment that you hear it, see, cause don't have the skill to
utilize their ears' function as a filter
so brain gets clogged and congested
by the time and the effort that's invested in
and by the time's definition of
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 you feel at home with your power
and I come, to plant seeds of
Cause I come, harder than a sleepless cold
refining and
reprimanding those who claim they're by demanding clarity
when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an earful sound awful
at least how it seems to me
so I lead by example in my room
and the comp trampled on my wack-proof stage
and my answers be ample in the classroom
Cause my thoughts are reflected on an ink-filled