Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of
Abstract, cut him from a different type of clothe
Jers say that mouths want a different type of
Only when I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me with a pool next
I four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a duplex
tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the ball I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat they rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt much
Yea I scream out that much
these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz caress and bitches
To them 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to you
Owe a nigga money, you he lookin to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, they just lookin for needles
I up grateful that I'm breathin first
Cause dudes'll kill you, they need a reason first!
These still hit em
know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a steel wit em
I know about snakes, cause I used to wit em
to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em mom, share my last meal wit em
To rap now, you gotta have skill wit em
appeal... witta lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has that and ready to attack
You gotta kiss ass or you get blackballed
If you like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I even remember how I used to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I I can add y'all
I came out screamin Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't wanna
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just it
I didn't even know that dude was his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the fame no more, its wit me
Don't Reasonable Doubt the same more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand that you
Even if I to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I still got love for and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but it's how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
Child supports a bitch, but I take of mine
But the Lord just say I ain't for mine
And the judge I at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got back
I'm sittin here with all this anger, me
He's like what about this called a Gangsta Party?
think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I can't up
Feel like removin the seeds and fucked up
quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I like everyone around me's a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
Bout to live life like my last up
I ain't got to run around stuck up
Not when I seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you right, I'm on my grind
Look like some is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but to turn to
So I go to in the Jersey Journal
It's always somethin bad, I don't know why I it
I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about cartridges stashed away
And that's just were I'm at
I'll be in a better place if I pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old mouse, move on, put the past away