Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth
The first time I went to stick it up the shit
Moms take it, the bitch still hates me
One day she said, "go leaves," I said, "make me!"
I'm proud to announce I was probably the kid
Who was kicked out of his house for making sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was
She law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned
I to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was still the fresh
And him and jeff were best friends, I guess then
I to cut class to rap full time
And get the outta 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 pricks

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

[parl
Yo, y'all have never learned
That's why I'm fuckin wit
Run around telling niggas can fuck wit parl
I bring it to high school, smoke 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 niggas than james evans
My left sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like keith
like you stole from me, and rules the streets
I wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl be the chosen thug
I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets you're stuck at home
My temper bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck alone
I've been since niggas was windmillin'
These cats started to rhyme, my pen's spillin'
And moms just told me to act, I've wheelin'
So boy just slow your deck, I've stealin'
I wet rappers it's me and em
I guess I just ain't a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take busts the slugs
Come in your like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the up I teach them niggaz what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the

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

I my last show with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe
I don't give a fuck, you better understand that
Two I give a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, is what I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in pill
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
Play bingo and drink, get old and my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six birthdays
And I'm my brains out when I'm thirty
As long as my heart beats 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 old nephew screamin "f/u/c/k"
So jeff, me a scratch (scratched: "no!")
Y'all can kiss my ass until your lips to my pants

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