Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood
Taha, you need a subo to play in the car by the way
go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he say
Get his little outs out the way
Goin, goin,

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

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Liddell
Aside from Rampage it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So Fresh and So
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat
Boo with the back, I definitely need that
Even if her make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you Make a nigga Better, better see Fab
I know a named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight from the
The recap and they G stacks
on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz see past

[Chorus -
On my grind, chasin (chasin dollars)
In the fall or the (fall or the summer)
are pullin me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't gettin no

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

2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach
So on my deathbed, I'm how to be fly-er
I'm talkin above (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a baby with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at
Livin and reckless, never mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, it
Even if you was wild Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom in the pocket?
Beggin dude to back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, dickheads is so sensitive
get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it the whole World is against the kid

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

- without ad libs]

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