Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest middle on earth
The first I went to stick it up the shit hurt
wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "go leaves," I said, "make me!"
I'm to announce I was probably the first kid
Who was out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was
She called law enforcement when I the lawn mower
The slut gave me a truck when I sixteen
I went to it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still best friends, I then
I decided to cut class to rap time
And get the fuck the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a
Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this
You fuckin'

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

yams]
Yo, y'all rappers have learned
That's why I'm wit y'all
Run around telling they can fuck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, the prom
Put your in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves ultra
my dick like kool keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and the streets
I wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
yams be the chosen thug
What I spit be cold juice like a hug
Run the while you're stuck at home
My temper life bushwick bill fucker me the fuck alone
I've been jealous since was windmillin'
cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just your deck, I've been stealin'
I wet rappers it's me and em
I guess I ain't give a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take with the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your
Put the heat up I teach niggaz 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 show with a horse swingin' a
Drunk the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
Cause I don't give a fuck, you better that
Two zantacs I give a fuck if I sound
Billboard, is what I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill
I'm in to mingle but I to stay single
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 six more birthdays
And I'm blowin my out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats i'ma keep to see
How much speed I can eat before I fall the 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, me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
can kiss my ass until your lips stick to my pants

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