Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of
Abstract, they cut him a different type of clothe
say that mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different type of
Told em, I'm a don, me somethin with 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 breakin a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse much
I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that
Yea I out Jers that much
these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom caress and hold bitches
To they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
Chicks lookin at lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I up grateful that I'm breathin first
Cause kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These still hit em
They know the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil
Nowadays, keep 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 last wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta skill wit em
Just appeal... witta lil bit a'
A has that and ready to attack y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
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 how I used to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add
I came out screamin Desert everyday
And as I stop, he don't wanna play
sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I didn't even know that dude was doin his tape,
He want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't Reasonable Doubt the same more
I listen to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand that you
if I wanted 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 home 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
shit
Child a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the Lord just say I ain't for mine
And the I look at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand things got pushed back
I'm here with all this anger, stop me
He's what about this thing called a Gangsta Party?
think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds away a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No leaf clover, I can't luck up
Feel removin the seeds and gettin fucked up
Feelin temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone me's a fuck up
on me, I'm screamin out What What
Bout to life like my last 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 damn right, I'm on my
Look like some is on my mind niggaz
to talk, but nobody to turn to
So I go to in the Jersey Journal
It's always bad, I don't know why I read it
I play it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got five cartridges stashed away
And that's just I'm at today
I'll be in a place if I just pass away (Sike!)
hop in the casket and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the away