Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
Been always told to keep my up
But three shakes just don't cut the when your necktie from bobbing
Life's a stage, the cage
We dungeon 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 another nigga's interpretation of
[Unverified], why both a be a swat guy

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

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

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

Once was the nigga in the of the class
Who never said
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 that uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

Don't stop and uh don't 'cuz uh
We own that high shit and uh
You that uh we spit 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 that
Better think my cock get slide and take a dive
this hot pit like ball of grease

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

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

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

he is
Get him
(Don't run, run)
Yeah sucker, what'cha gon' do
gon' 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
the bomb jam now can you dig it?

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

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

But a flirt, I need to be doin' this homework to graduate
Saturate my and memory on some algebrate
Bro, why you holdin' and totin' that's to
Go masturbate you jack-off, 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 baby
O.G. Goofball, and I used 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 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' while like sesame

All me to chill 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 school shit and uh
You know uh we spit it
the bomb jam now can you dig it?