Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

Artist: dj jeff f/ eminem and parl yams
(scratched) (3x):
"no...you me! you go to hell" -> mr. garrison

Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle on earth
The first time I to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't it, the bitch still 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 sounds his mouth
with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I the lawn mower
The slut me a truck when I turned sixteen
I to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will was still the fresh prince
And him and were still best friends, I guess then
I to cut class to rap full time
And get the fuck outta the fake and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I live up to this image
You pricks

(scratched) (4x):
"no...you me! you go to hell!"

[parl
Yo, y'all rappers never learned
That's why I'm wit y'all
Run telling niggas they can fuck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke mom
Cause any horror like a off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas than james evans
My left sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool
Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the
I don't have to fuck you up, so cool cease
yams be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at
My temper life bushwick fucker leave me the fuck alone
been jealous since niggas was windmillin'
These just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, been stealin'
I wet rappers it's me and em
I guess I just ain't give a like eminem
Burglarize take busts the slugs
Come in window like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them niggaz what to
And my young lords, to stand up and light the dutch

(scratched) (4x):
"no...you me! you go to hell!"

I ended my show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
I don't give a fuck, you better understand that
Two I give a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is what I 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 24 thursday; six birthdays
And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm
As as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck
So "i'm the rapper, the dj"
I'm the one thats got the six year old screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until lips stick to my pants

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