Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad
Uh, it's that knock right
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 here 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 it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So Fresh and So
a Sunday morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up the seat back
Boo with the back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat
Bitch you don't 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 Winehouse straight the Rehab
The recap and they G stacks
Fixated on ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past my G swag
I'm at a level most couldn't see past

[Chorus -
On my grind, chasin (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 - talking over Chorus (echo)]
out to Paree
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 figurin how to be
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)
They need to get rid of style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to come like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just like did
to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so sensitive
Pussies get hemorrhages, 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 I'll put you permanently
It's Bedtime niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got with you, I got a hundred with me
Now is somethin to see (oh)
your whole squad, put you under 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 '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 Daddy All About The Benjamins
And turn my back on Danja/danger Timbaland did (ya heard?)
over my head, the snub showin
Fuck the World's come to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - ad libs]

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