Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe - talking - w/ ad libs]
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 homeboy say he gotta say
Get his little outs out the way
Goin, goin,

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
This joint right is called Get No Younger
Ezo
Shout out to The Klasix on the
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 Jackson "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So Fresh and So
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Joel
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up with the back
Boo with the sweet back, I need that
Even if her body a nigga want eat that
Bitch you Make a nigga Better, better see Fab
I know a bird Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some and a weed bag
Alcoholic, face but her weave bad
And she to the Winehouse straight from the Rehab
The recap and they G stacks
Fixated on ice like freeze tag
I past, ease past with my G swag
I'm at a level most couldn't see past

- Ezo]
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 - over Chorus (echo)]
out to Paree
Jill,
Can't Jay, what up?

2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", I'm tryin to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be
I'm talkin above (but)
But talkin about death is me a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, mind who the best is (might as well)
need to get rid of their style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start Patriotic
How I'm gon' with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole World is the kid

[Verse 3 - Joe
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is that you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you permanently
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 with you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is to see (oh)
Boogieman whole squad, put you under some sheets
In Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On Jetsons shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll 'em with metal 'til he look like Rosey
ain't off the hook like Joey
My is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff All About The Benjamins shit
And my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub
Fuck what the World's come to, where the fuck's it

[Chorus - without ad

[Outro - DJ On Point - 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.