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 biggest middle on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit
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 with his mouth
Arguing me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the mower
The slut me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was still the prince
And him and jeff still best friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap time
And get the fuck the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this fuckin 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!"

yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have learned
why I'm fuckin wit y'all
Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit
I it to your high school, smoke the prom
Put brother in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves ultra
Slap my dick like keith
like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the chosen
What I be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker 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, I've stealin'
I wet rappers it's me and em
I guess I just ain't a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take with the slugs
Come in your like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them 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
Drunk with the 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, drugs is what I for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six birthdays
And I'm blowin my brains out I'm thirty
As long as my heart i'ma keep tryin to see
How much 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 screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, give me a (scratched: "no!")
can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants

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