Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different of boss
Abstract, they cut him a different type of clothe
Jers say that mouths a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a
tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun breakin a on a brunette
Gimmicks pat like they rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it hurt that much
Yea I scream out Jers much
these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold
To them they girls', to me, they old bitches
Chicks lookin at lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
Niggaz to beat you
Fiend treat the 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 don't a reason first!
niggaz'll still hit em
They know the hood is too to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, keep a blue steel wit em
I know about snakes, I used to deal 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 ain't 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 don't like niggaz, give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I don't remember how I used to act y'all
wrong wit the math, I know I can add y'all
I came out screamin Desert everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just it
I didn't even know dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable the same more
I can't to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't the hand that feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no to
Don't get me wrong, I got love for Clue and Hov
But they rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home food for Joe... that is...
Like, why I say that shit?!
See, girl why you take shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
shit
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of
But the Lord just say I there for mine
And the judge I at (what about?)
wanna hear, nor do he understand that things got pushed back
I'm sittin here all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing called a Gangsta
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 and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, bound to get fucked up
I like everyone around me's a fuck up
on me, I'm screamin out What What
Bout to live life my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run around up
Not I just seen 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 to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Journal
It's always somethin bad, I don't why I read it
I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five cartridges away
And that's were I'm at today
I'll be in a place if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the past