Luyện nghe bài hát When To Stand Up

(Da Assassin)
Yo
At birth I was with the biggest middle finger on Earth
The first time I went to stick it up the hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch hates me
One day she said, "Go leaves," I said, "Make me!"
I'm proud to I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart with his mouth
Arguing me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement I broke the lawn mower
The slut gave me a when I turned sixteen
I to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!"
Back then, Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince
And him and were still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut to rap full time
And get the fuck the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who this fuckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I live up to this image
shit!

(scratched) (4x)
"No...you me! You go to hell!"

(Crazy Ray)
Yo, y'all rappers never learned
That's why I'm fuckin wit
Run around telling people they can wit Crazy Ray
I it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, your mom
Cause any horror like a lost in game seven
Walk around on niggas madder that James Evans
My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle
Slap my dick like Kool
like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I don't have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Crazy Ray be the thug
I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're at home
My temper like Bushwick Bill fucker leave me the alone
I've been jealous since niggas been
These cats just to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, I've been
So boy just slow your deck, been stealin'
I wet rappers cause me and Jimmy
I guess I just don't give a fuck Jimmy
Burglarize take busts the slugs
Come in your window and bustin' your
Put the heat up I teach niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and the Dutch

(scratching) (4x)
"No...you me! You go to hell!"

(Da Assassin)
I ended my last show with a swingin' a lasso
with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't a fuck, you better understand that
Two Zantacs I a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, is what I kill for
I'm Happy Gilmore, you slip me in pill form
I'm in to but I plan to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 18; two birthdays
and I'm my brains out when I'm twenty
As as my heart beats I'ma keep trying to see
How much speed I can eat I fall the fuck asleep
So "I'm the Rapper, and the DJ"
I'm the one that's got the six year old screamin "F/U/C/K"
So Jeff, me a scratch (scratched: "No!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips to my pants

(scratched) (5x):
"No...you me! You go to hell!"