Luyện nghe bài hát School's In

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

who got the ta
a jam that you can swerve ta
over so fat, the nickname, Big Bertha
It's probably the kid that half the crews have hearda
whose travels further
sex, drugs, and murder
so when you the role of the timeless inserter
I'm sorry if you're 85 and you have preferred a
full of ignorance
the place is an
before the why
for the of sounding fly, but I
grade your without the curve
Cause you don't to
receive the grade that might let you build up the to
bite the rhyme feeds you
I you to listen
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
since they cannot be reformed I simply 'em by the fours
so in other words, nah man, the explanation
see what the rewind's for, so be patient
Cause this is the direction that my pen be draggin'
to your 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 between the old and the new school
a master of the next
to teach 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 trying to hear that
so principals and teachers abroad began to fear
"If this guy makes an impact on the that we play,
they'll end up way too much control over their grades!"
see will equal status for power, so just like college
you're so up in letter grades, you skip the 'F'ing knowledge
See that's how knowledge switch from listener to maker
And that's why maker switch from listener to faker
so when the listener graduates to be an
you still enslaved by the principles because they're
first they make you imitate another man's
now you use your power for another will
move the crowd's mental when they you sit still
move the crowds pockets to get the bread
yeah that's the students gather from what the principal said
they you think the world bleeds green instead of read
but class is in session now so all stuff is dead
I'm coming through knowledge and wisdom to fill your head

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

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