Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
always told to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake your necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, street's the
We dungeon rats and Goodie Mobbin

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

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

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

Only above to shake hands and give hugs
Lay your 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 never said
His thought became an
I live for inspiration, for without that, I die
(Go)

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

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

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

alone on my own ten toes against foes
It's a snowstorm and you gettin' cold
Luck has struck one buck for every roll
Throwin' snake thinkin' a nigga gon' fold

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 your mom's house,

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