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 want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't be a duplex
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a next
Or somethin European shirt lookin a two X
Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico
Or in Cancun a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like rehearse that much
I don't to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much
Yea I out Jers that much
Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that
And sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons to cheat you
Owe a money, you know he lookin 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 I'm breathin first
Cause dudes'll kill you, don't need a reason first!
These still hit em
They the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, keep a blue steel wit em
I about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
to give 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
Just appeal... witta lil bit a'
A dude has that and ready to y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't like niggaz, give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop shit is a 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 Desert Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't wanna
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I laced it
I didn't even that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't Reasonable Doubt the same more
I can't to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two
They say don't the hand that feeds you
Even if I to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I got love for Clue and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, why I say that shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but it's how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
supports a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the Lord just say I ain't there for
And the judge I at (what about?)
Don't hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back
I'm sittin here with all anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing called a Party?
Must think I life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I luck up
Feel like the seeds and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, somebody to get fucked up
I feel like everyone around me's a up
Ratchet on me, I'm out What What
Bout to live life my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run around up
Not when I just a group 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 in the Jersey Journal
always somethin bad, I don't know why I read it
Then I it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five stashed away
And just were I'm at today
I'll be in a better if I just pass away (Sike!)
hop in the casket and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the past