Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

to the voice registration system
of True University
universally
you added
hip hop
one two
for those that know
in

who got the ta
write a jam that you can ta
over so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha
It's probably the kid that half the crews never hearda
whose mind travels
than sex, drugs, and
so when you play the role of the inserter
I'm sorry if you're 85 and you would have a
album of ignorance
the is an experience
the reasons why
for the of sounding fly, but I
grade your style the curve
you don't deserve to
receive the grade that let you build up the nerve to
the rhyme that feeds you
I need you to
my words are whet with crystal-clear so they glisten
and I in the blanks for all the answers that you're missing
I'm rolling with the mongoose, snakes is steady hissing
to my flaws like salt in sores
they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours
so in other words, nah man, skip the
see that the rewind's for, so be patient
Cause is the direction that my pen should be draggin'
to your dollar cabs into bandwagons

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

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

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

"now wait a
what the hell chopping trees have to do with culinary?"
that's the kid, analyse the lyric
the moment that you hear it, see, cause most don't have the skill to
utilize their ears' as a garbage filter
so their brain gets and congested
by the time and the effort invested in illusion
and by the time's definition of
by the time you get the facts, outnumbered in confusion
so I come, to get shit off my and up in you
and I come, to make you feel at home with power
and I come, to seeds of responsibility
Cause I come, than a sleepless cold shower
and refreshing
reprimanding those who claim they're representing by clarity
Cause when a mouthfull don't equal an eyeful, an sound awful
at least that's how it to me
so I lead by in my sound-proof room
and the comp gets trampled on my wack-proof
and my be ample in the packed classroom
Cause my are reflected on an ink-filled page