Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah uh
Been told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, the cage
We dungeon Outkast and Goodie Mobbin

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

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

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

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

Once was the nigga in the back of the
Who said nothing
His thought became an
I live for inspiration, for without that, I die
(Go)

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

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

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

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

down like four black vogues on goes
Snatchin' all the dough and leavin' broke
all out for an A plus in class
I bust ass walkin' over broken glass

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

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

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

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

Let me walk you little kiddies through my days
Sunday night I hit a party, missed a Monday, I'll go
Doomsday, homeroom was beauty
The I wanna cut is absent but I see a cutie

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

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

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

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

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