Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's that right here
Uh, in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a to play this in the car by the way
go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say what he say
Get his little outs out the way
Goin, goin,

[DJ On - talking over Intro (echo)]
This right here is called Get No Younger
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 like Chuck
from Rampage Jackson it's "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 seat
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely need
Even if her body a nigga want eat that
Bitch you don't a nigga Better, better see Fab
I know a named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, face but her weave bad
And she to the Winehouse straight from the Rehab
The recap rappers and they G
Fixated on imaginary ice like tag
I speed past, ease with my G swag
I'm at a level most niggaz see past

- Ezo]
On my grind, chasin (chasin dollars)
In the or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are pullin me (pullin me under)
And I gettin no younger

[DJ On Point - talking Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to
Jill,
Can't 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 death is me beatin a dead horse and a nigga "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, fitted backwards
Lookin at
Livin young and reckless, mind who the best is (might as well)
They to get rid of their 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' with Tom Brady in the pocket?
dude to come back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn dickheads is so
get hemorrhages, find 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 niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty with you, I got a with me
Now is somethin to see (oh)
Boogieman whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard Reid had the sheet
On some Jetsons shit but if the shook 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 Daddy All The Benjamins shit
And turn my back on Danja/danger Timbaland did (ya heard?)
over my head, the snub showin
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 Phat Gear down in
Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Ave.