Luyện nghe bài hát When to Stand Up

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

Yo
At birth I was born with the middle finger on earth
The first I went to stick it up the shit hurt
wouldn't take it, the bitch 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 out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth
Arguing with me and mom was
She called law enforcement when I broke the mower
The slut gave me a when I turned sixteen
I to start it and it screamed, "please fix me!"
Back then, when will smith was still the prince
And him and jeff were still friends, I guess then
I decided to cut class to rap time
And get the outta the fake school and rhyme
Anybody who thinks 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 have never learned
That's why I'm wit y'all
Run around telling niggas can fuck wit parl
I bring it to your high school, smoke the
Put your in an air lock, choke your mom
Cause any horror like a play off loss in seven
Walk around ripping on niggas madder james evans
My left hand's sharp it moves ultra
Slap my dick kool keith
Fuck like you stole from me, and the streets
I wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease
Parl yams be the thug
What I be cold juice like a fruitful hug
Run the streets while you're stuck at
My temper life bushwick bill fucker me the fuck alone
I've been since niggas was windmillin'
These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's
And moms told me to act, I've been wheelin'
So boy just slow deck, I've been stealin'
I wet cause it's me and em
I guess I just ain't give a like eminem
Burglarize busts with the slugs
in your window like (? ? ? ) and bustin' your club
Put the heat up I teach them what to suck
And my young lords, to stand up and light the dutch

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

I ended my last show a horse swingin' a lasso
Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old
Cause I give a fuck, you better understand that
Two zantacs I give a fuck if I sound
Billboard, drugs is I kill for
I'm happy gilmore, you slip me in pill form
I'm in to mingle but I plan to stay
Play bingo and drink, get old and my face wrinkle
Sike, I'm 24 six more birthdays
And I'm blowin my out when I'm thirty
As as my heart beats i'ma keep tryin to see
How much speed I can eat 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 your lips stick to my pants

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