Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe Budden - - w/ ad libs]
Uh, that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood
Taha, you need a to play this 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 Intro (echo)]
This joint right here is called Get No
Ezo
Shout out to The on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Muzik 3
go

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 like Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage it's "fuck the world"
My lean so mean, So Fresh 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 definitely need
Even if her body make a nigga eat that
you don't Make a nigga Better, better see Fab
I a bird 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 straight from the Rehab
The recap and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like 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 or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me (pullin me under)
And I ain't no younger

[DJ On Point - over Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to
Jill,
forget Jay, what up?

[Verse 2 - Joe
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm how to be fly-er
I'm above heaven (but)
But talkin about is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at
young 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 like Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom 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 dickheads is so
get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even it seem 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 I'll put you permanently
It's Bedtime niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred me
Now this is to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some
In that Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal he look like 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 turn my back on Danja/danger Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub
Fuck what the World's to, where the fuck's it goin?

- without ad libs]

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