Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

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

[DJ On Point - talking Intro (echo)]
This joint here is called Get No Younger
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 Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So and So Clean
Like a Sunday morning to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need
Even if her make a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't Make a Better, better see Fab
I a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her bad
And she to the Winehouse straight from the Rehab
The recap rappers and they G
Fixated on ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz couldn't see

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

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

[Verse 2 - Joe
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm tryin to reach
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be
I'm talkin heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at
Livin young and reckless, never who the best is (might as well)
need to get rid of their 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 lose 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
get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is the kid

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

[Chorus - ad libs]

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