Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of
Abstract, they cut him a different type of clothe
Jers say that mouths want a different of soft
Only started when I was at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a
White tee, yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or European shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico
Or in breakin a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that
I don't to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much
Yea I scream out that much
Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's that much
And these sitcom caress and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, old bitches
Chicks at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
Fiend treat the like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up grateful that I'm breathin
Cause kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These niggaz'll hit em
know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a blue wit em
I know snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
Used to my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, 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 else you get
If you like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I don't even remember how I used to act
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add
I came out Desert Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, I just laced it
I even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
say don't bite the hand that feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no to
Don't get me wrong, I still got love for and Hov
But they both rich, so what gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, why I say that shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of
But the Lord just say I ain't for mine
And the I look at (what about?)
wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back
I'm sittin here with all this anger, me
He's like what about this thing called a Party?
Must I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds away from a robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I luck up
Feel like removin the seeds and fucked up
quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone around me's a up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
Bout to live life like my buck's up
I ain't got time to run stuck up
Not when I just a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you right, I'm on my grind
like some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but nobody to to
So I go to horoscopes in the Journal
It's always somethin bad, I know why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I don't it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five cartridges stashed
And just were I'm at today
I'll be in a better place if I just away (Sike!)
hop in the casket and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the away