Luyện nghe bài hát Check Me Out

[Check me out here
old school
Old school used to be like..
What used to be like? "Check me out now"
other ad libs these old school niggas used to say?
I know but fuck it]

Look, now let me ask you a
Who are you? Where you What you reppin?
Is every bar a burner or a weapon?
Now he all gassed up by his
tell me that my music is depressing, but
The best rapper in the world, I was
Jumpoff! Must be the
Am I the only one progressing in the recession?
They tell me tricking tricking if you got it
I never heard more words spoken
So, if I told you I'm a leave wrist frozen
I was lying to you or just joking
You could be in a wet soaking,
You could, tell me how your get like the ocean
You could, jack me off with a bottle of while ya legs open
And have trouble gettin a
I up a lil, see I'm much more mature,
My repoire is one you can (ask around)
That always the case so that's for starter
I'm the hood, the one after father
I used to invest in
With in Maryland, not Merrill Lynch
Stanley, Goldman Sachs,
And now I'm holding stacks as I stroll in
it!
Uh, me out now!

[Ya
all grown up
It was this

2:]
Look, when I was younger I to get ass for sport
Now I'm about her sex, I'm more into her thoughts
Nah, I ain't mean to cross yet, I regress
I'm more into her on sex
And the property, what's across my neck
Be clear, I'm more into her then her hair
Her mindstate; nothing is
I'm worried her account, is she accountable?
man shit, I'm no longer outlandish
The roof don't drop but panoramic
And I know haters stand it
So I do it on purpose, still on my shit
We don't fall flat, and we cave in
I pressure right to my doormat
All that adversity worried me
If anything it feeds me, nourish me (motivate me)
I try to it a hundred, non fiction
Lane switching in my true religions with the stitching
No fitted, T, Kid
These rap is ass and I don't dig botox
entering clubs, dodging photogs
So they can talk shit bout me for a blog
Go hard, no prob, the plan
(I might) laugh at jokes nigga, I'm a ass man! y
Ya

me out now!

[Yeah!
Joey!
I to god if this roof came down..
This shit be down now, snowing

and I'd have my my shades on and shit, my hand out the window smoking...
A blunt!
Be to the cops too
off coppers!