Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit
wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "go leaves," I said, "make me!"
I'm to announce 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 when I broke the mower
The slut gave me a truck I turned sixteen
I to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap time
And get the fuck outta the school and rhyme
Anybody who this fuckin attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to image
You fuckin'

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

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

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

I ended my last with a horse 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 me anything in pill form
I'm in to but I plan to stay single
bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six more
And I'm my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my 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 got the six year old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my

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