Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

to the voice response registration
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
It's probably the kid that half the crews have never
whose mind travels
than sex, drugs, and
so you play the role of the timeless inserter
I'm if you're 85 and you would have preferred a
album of ignorance
the is an experience
before the why
for the of sounding fly, but I
grade your style the curve
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 whet with 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 in sores
they cannot be reformed I simply kill 'em by the fours
so in other words, nah man, the explanation
see that what the for, so be patient
Cause this is the that my pen should be draggin'
to transform dollar cabs into bandwagons

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

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

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

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