Luyện nghe bài hát High Schoolin'

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Yeah uh
Been always to keep my head up
But three shakes just don't cut the cake when your necktie from
a stage, street's the cage
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 side a nigga who frontin'
To another nigga's interpretation of
[Unverified], why both a president'll be a guy

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

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

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

Once was the nigga in the back of the
Who never nothing
His thought became an
I for inspiration, for without that, I will die
(Go)

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

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

Stand on my own ten toes against foes
a snowstorm and you outside gettin' cold
Luck has one buck for seven every roll
Throwin' snake eyes thinkin' a nigga fold

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

Now who pass player? 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 knew wild off past
So who you think you foolin'? We can get to
On some old school shit, like we high

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

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

Don't and uh don't quit 'cuz uh
We own that high school and uh
You know that uh we 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, was lookin' beauty
The girl I wanna cut is but I see a cutie

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

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

Niggas up in the school, they 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
and drinkin' and bankin' open while like sesame

All me to chill out
(Chill out)
you be a drop out
(Chill out)
Or cop out, is when you're
At your mom's house,

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