Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the middle finger on earth
The first time I went to it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the 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 for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing 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, 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 outta the fake school and
Anybody who thinks fuckin 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 have never learned
That's why I'm wit y'all
Run around telling they can fuck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the
Put your brother in an air lock, choke mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in seven
Walk around on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves ultra
Slap my like kool keith
Fuck like you stole me, and rules the streets
I don't wanna have to you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the thug
I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker leave me the alone
I've been jealous since was windmillin'
cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, I've wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, been stealin'
I wet rappers cause me and em
I guess I just ain't a fuck like eminem
take busts with the slugs
Come in window like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and the dutch

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

I ended my last show with a swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old
Cause I don't give a fuck, you understand that
Two zantacs I a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six birthdays
And I'm my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep
So "i'm the rapper, the dj"
I'm the one thats got the six year old nephew "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, give me a (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my ass your lips stick to my pants

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