Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

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

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

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

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

2 - Joe Budden]
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 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
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 crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose Tom Brady in the pocket?
dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just Clemens did
to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, a way to benefit
Even when it seem the World is against the kid

[Verse 3 - Joe
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is what 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 of your mind niggaz
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 Jetsons shit but if the shook type me
I'll fill 'em with metal 'til he like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the like Joey
My is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Daddy All About The Benjamins shit
And my back on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the showin
Fuck what the World's to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - without ad

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