Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe Budden - talking - w/ ad
Uh, it's that knock right
Uh, y'all in that mood
Taha, you need a subo to this in the car by the way
go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say he gotta say
Get his little shout 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, Mood 3
go

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin Chuck Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson "fuck the world"
My came so mean, So Fresh and So Clean
Like a morning listenin to Joel Osteen
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 don't Make a nigga Better, see Fab
I know a bird Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight the Rehab
The recap and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice like tag
I speed past, ease past my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz see past

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

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
Shout out to
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 above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a 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 crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild Randy Moss, start feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose with Tom Brady in the
Beggin dude to come back like the did "The Rocket"
And just Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn 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 put you permanently there
It's Bedtime niggaz, of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of your niggaz
You to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a hundred with me
Now is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had under the
On some Jetsons but if the shook type approach me
fill 'em with metal 'til 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 like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub
Fuck what the come to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - ad libs]

- DJ On Point - 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.