Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad
Uh, it's that knock here
Uh, in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play in the car by the way
go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say he gotta say
Get his little shout out the way
Goin, goin,

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
This right here is called Get No Younger
Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Muzik 3
go

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So and So Clean
Like a Sunday listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm up with the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I need that
Even if her make a nigga want eat that
you don't Make a nigga Better, better see Fab
I know a bird named Amy, to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a bag
Alcoholic, cute but her weave bad
And she went to the straight from the Rehab
The recap rappers and G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice freeze tag
I speed past, ease with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz see past

[Chorus -
On my grind, dollars (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the (fall or the summer)
Streets are me under (pullin me under)
And I gettin no younger

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
Shout out to
Jill,
Can't forget Jay, up?

[Verse 2 - Joe
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to higher
So on my deathbed, I'm how to be fly-er
I'm talkin heaven (but)
But about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, a way to benefit
Even it seem the whole World is against the kid

[Verse 3 - Joe
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that you want?)
Like J. I'll put you permanently there
It's Bedtime niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your mind
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a with me
Now this is to see (oh)
your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had the sheet
On some shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he look like
ain't off the hook like Joey
My is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy All About The shit
And turn my on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie my head, the snub showin
Fuck what the World's to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - ad libs]

- DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)]
Shout out to my Trees Bland
Management
Shout out to Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave.