Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the biggest finger on earth
The first I went to stick it up the shit hurt
Moms wouldn't take it, the 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 kicked out of his for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing me and mom was on-going
She called law enforcement when I broke the mower
The slut gave me a truck when I turned
I to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will was still the fresh prince
And him and jeff were still best friends, I then
I decided to cut class to rap full
And get the fuck the fake school and rhyme
who thinks this fuckin attitude 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, y'all rappers have never
That's why I'm fuckin wit
Run around telling niggas they can wit parl
I bring it to your school, smoke the prom
Put brother in an air lock, choke your mom
any horror like a play off loss in game seven
Walk around ripping on niggas than james evans
My hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra
Slap my dick like kool
like you stole from me, and rules 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 streets while you're at home
My temper bushwick bill fucker leave me the fuck alone
I've been jealous niggas was windmillin'
cats just 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 cause it's me and em
I guess I just ain't a fuck like eminem
Burglarize take busts the slugs
Come in your window like (? ? ? ) and your club
Put the heat up I teach them what to suck
And my young lords, when to stand up and light the

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

I ended my last with a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole out of an old bathrobe
I don't give a fuck, you better understand that
Two zantacs I a fuck if I sound whack
Billboard, is what I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me anything in form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 thursday; six 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!")
Y'all can my ass until your lips stick to my pants

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