Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the 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 announce I was the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making sounds with his mouth
with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned
I went to it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was 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 this attitude is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this
You fuckin'

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

[parl
Yo, y'all rappers have learned
That's why I'm wit y'all
Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit
I bring it to your high school, the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, choke mom
Cause any like a play off loss in game seven
around ripping on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves ultra
Slap my dick like keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the
I don't wanna to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the thug
What I spit be cold juice a fruitful hug
Run the while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck
I've been since niggas was windmillin'
cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And just told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, I've stealin'
I wet cause it's me and em
I guess I just give a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take busts with the
Come in your window like (? ? ? ) and your club
Put the up I teach them niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the

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

I ended my last show with a swingin' a lasso
with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a fuck, you better that
Two zantacs I a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, drugs is I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
Play bingo and drink, get old and my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six more
And I'm blowin my out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart 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 old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, give me a (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can my ass until your lips stick to my pants

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