Luyện nghe bài hát Teachers, Don't Teach Us Nonsense!

Good afternoon mr. (good afternoon)
Yeah, got ahh.. three problems in my class (mmmhmm)
The first one is the d (yeah right)
He's zoning out, spacing (put him in detention!)

d]
Don't ring the bell I'm not to class
Teachers bein preachers how the hell can I
First day of school and zone to the rear
With a blind spot and a one leg chair
I asked when what when what when ends
The teacher points at the door: "go be your friends!"
Yup! my rep was in effect to in step
So I stopped to bombs for a check
all I learned was when where why what and who
And then I "do you think this is true? "
Out! like a strike that's and a number
Public education is makin some
Further and further away, it out of sight
In a year the young, teacher should right
No class for a pupil without a but gun
Back in to but now in ninety-one
B-ball pom-poms to cheers
Screaming for the team, who "where do we go from here? "

Second problem is the c brown (yeah )
He's playing kazoos (uh-huh) making outrageous noises (right)
Ad-libs... what should I do with him? (yo put him in too!)

brown]
Welllll, how now brown
the girls go oooh-ahh-oooh-ahh!
School is shaky, sometimes
Plenty frustrating, and cake-y
ahh why? ahh
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy... I was never on
Always cuttin, to the gym
Stem and then I it's him
The one, the one, c
This extra curriculum is them down
Ask the teachers, to teach me
I can use, because they're teachin me
I tried to his lies, never dies
Insides, so I
"what about the real (the real)
Uncut uncensored (deal)"
I not go ahh in class
I pass, at last for the blast
Stop the brainwash, out to dry
Nonsense I'm convinced it's
Truth to the youth is
Important? damn! I'd say
March! hut one hut two!
C'mon, march! hut hut four!
I'd say just yourself
Don't depend on your for help
and write, cause it's, evidence
Cause teachers, yo, be teachin us nonsense

Now last but not it's a busta rhymes
(yeah I know one you're talking about)
He's always talking to the girls, in class
trouble, throwin spitballs
(yeah a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!)

rhymes]
Yo!! up in the morning to a big fat wow!
Gotta get to school, on anyhow!
In school, the epidemic
hit em back with a rhyme calisthetic
Got beef with the kids who be switchin
Now I'm in school, and yo the teacher starts
and that, and yo it's all irrelevant
As I get older gotta build my own
Teacher, what are you
Is it my rhymes that you're really tryin to
Back of the class then I forth
The water lies between us, it's to cross
Me the younger, him the elder
If we were in a war, he I surrender
on the block just scramblin ahhh
Cause the in class just babblin oooh
teachin nonsense, teachin total nonsense
Then they why we so disobedience
Huh, he to break my back
Huh, I come, black on the attack
Young and the restless, teacher don't this
If you try to front, be sure to get this
Pow boom bang, to the grill
the truth yo, relax and chill
Pronunciation, vexed I'm
Yo my man you better teachin us that nonsense

There it go that!

Alright mr. mangini, aahh, what do you that we do
About busta rhymes, charlie brown, and d?
(those three problems? they're never gonna amount to anyway
Throw em all out, em)

Hell no! we go! *repeat and fade*