Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been always told to keep my up
But three just don't cut the cake when your necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, street's the
We rats Outkast and Goodie Mobbin

Enough of the petite talk, I'd rather a nigga with a perm
Ain't got to have punk, on my side than a nigga who
To nigga's interpretation of god-stuntin'
[Unverified], why both a president'll be a guy

That's like choosing which bullet you get shot by
A drank and some hot
Slowly me up from inside to outside
Well you gon' die anyway, right?

I to live forever, I know it seems mighty long
If you think about it in Earth
Thank God, we on the TV what we let like
underground like [unverified] or Dig Dug

Only come above to shake hands and give
Lay your beautiful body on this fur rug
You got to give a damn if you do not a fuck, ha
Rack 'em up 'cuz we

was the nigga in the back of the class
Who never nothing
His became an amplifier
I live for inspiration, for without that, I die
(Go)

Here the jam now can you dig it?
Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own that school shit and uh
You know that uh we it
Here the jam now can you dig it?

Don't stop and uh quit 'cuz uh
We own that high shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Got issues on my mind like a fool from
Will I my pride or take that ride?
Better think before my cock get and take a dive
Into this hot pit ball of grease

Stand alone on my own ten toes against
It's a snowstorm and you outside cold
has struck one buck for seven every roll
Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a gon' fold

Stand down four black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' y'all
Going all out for an A in class
I bust ass barefoot over broken glass

Now who gon' pass player? You won't
See we all in the just taking up space
If we's on the side of the track grab the straps
Thought y'all knew wild off past
So who you think you foolin'? We can get to
On some old school shit, like we high

he is
Get him
(Don't run, run)
sucker, what'cha gon' do now?
What'cha gon' do now

Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own high school shit and uh
You know that uh we it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Don't stop and uh don't quit uh
We own that high school and uh
You know uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Let me walk you kiddies through my school days
night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go Tuesday
Doomsday, was lookin' beauty
The girl I wanna cut is but I see a cutie

But bump a flirt, I need to be this homework to graduate
Saturate my and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' to assassinate
Go masturbate you jack-off, take the hat off

I'm a third year freshman, I started with the of them
But now them niggas done me, I'm just a baby daddy
O.G. Original Goofball, and I used to slang the heart
And smoke the soft softball saw through the

up in the school, they know my name, look
But that's my face is in like eight different yearbooks
Could've took the S.A.T. but the streets got the best of me
Thinkin' and drinkin' and bankin' open like sesame

All tellin' me to out
(Chill out)
Before you be a out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is when you're
At mom's house, yeah

stop and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we it
Here the jam now can you dig it?