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 middle finger on earth
The first I went to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "go leaves," I said, "make me!"
I'm proud to I was probably the first kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his
with me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I the lawn mower
The slut me a truck when I turned sixteen
I went to it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, will smith was still the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still friends, I guess then
I decided to cut to rap full time
And get the fuck the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks this fuckin is a gimmick
Come and see me, see if I don't up to this image
You fuckin'

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

yams]
Yo, rappers have never learned
That's why I'm fuckin wit
Run around telling they can fuck wit parl
I bring it to high school, smoke the prom
Put your brother in an air lock, your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in game
Walk around on niggas madder than james evans
My left hand's sharp it freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and the streets
I don't wanna have to you up, so cool cease
Parl 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 fucker leave me the fuck alone
I've been since niggas was windmillin'
These just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, been stealin'
I wet rappers it's me and em
I I just ain't give a fuck like eminem
take busts with the slugs
Come in your window (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach niggaz what to suck
And my lords, when to stand up and light the dutch

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

I my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old
Cause I don't a fuck, you better understand that
Two zantacs I give a fuck if I whack
Billboard, drugs is what I for
I'm gilmore, you slip me anything in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six birthdays
And I'm blowin my brains out I'm thirty
As long as my beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep
So "i'm the rapper, the dj"
I'm the one thats got the six year old 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!"