Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different of boss
Abstract, they cut him from a type of clothe
Jers say that mouths want a type of soft
Only when I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me with a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a next
Or European shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun breakin a on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it ain't that much
Yea I scream out that much
Cause these other fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these niggaz caress and hold bitches
To they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
lookin to beat you
Fiend the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up grateful that I'm breathin
Cause dudes'll kill you, they need a reason first!
niggaz'll still hit em
They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil
Nowadays, gotta keep a steel wit em
I know about snakes, I used to deal wit em
Used to give my heart, to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em mom, share my last meal wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta skill wit em
appeal... witta lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has and ready to attack y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I don't even 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 wanna play
sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I didn't even that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the fame no more, its wit me
Don't hear Doubt the same more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand feeds you
if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I still got for Clue and Hov
But they both rich, so that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, girl why you that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
supports a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the Lord say I ain't there for mine
And the I look at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he that things got pushed back
I'm sittin here all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing called a Party?
Must think I live life like it's a Party!
I'm 10 seconds from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four clover, I can't luck up
like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get up
I feel like around me's a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
Bout to live like my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run stuck up
Not when I just seen a of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you damn right, I'm on my
Look some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but nobody to to
So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey
It's always bad, I don't know why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I believe it!
Smoking two packs a day
Still got five cartridges stashed away
And that's just were I'm at
I'll be in a better place if I just pass (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, on, put the past away