Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now to a different type of boss
Abstract, they cut him from a different type of
Jers say that want a different type of soft
Only started I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a next
I need four bathrooms, it gotta be a duplex
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a next
Or somethin European lookin like a two X
Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico
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 that
Yea I scream out Jers that
Cause these other dudes fightin for New like it's worth that much
And these niggaz caress and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you he lookin to see you!
Niggaz to beat you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they lookin for needles
I wake up grateful I'm breathin first
dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These still hit em
They the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta a blue steel wit em
I know snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, share my 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 y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't like niggaz, still give 'em dap
I to God this 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 Desert Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he wanna play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I laced it
I didn't even know that was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't Reasonable Doubt the same more
I can't to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no to
get me wrong, I still got love for Clue and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home food for Joe... that is...
Like, fuck why I say 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 say I ain't there for mine
And the judge I at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he that things got pushed back
I'm here with all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing a Gangsta Party?
think I live 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 removin the seeds and gettin up
quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone me's a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
to live life like my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run around up
Not when I just seen a group of niggaz 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 believe it!
Smoking two packs a day
got about five 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 school mouse, on, put the past away