Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now to a different type of boss
Abstract, they cut him a different type of clothe
Jers say that mouths want a type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different type of
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't be a duplex
tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin European shirt like a two X
for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun breakin a on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse that
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 it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold
To them they 'golden girls', to me, they old
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to you
Owe a nigga money, you he lookin to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they lookin for needles
I up grateful that I'm breathin first
Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't need a first!
These niggaz'll hit em
They know the hood is too poor to 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
Just appeal... 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 like niggaz, still 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop is a trap y'all
I don't even remember how I to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add
I came out screamin Desert everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't 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 want the no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the same
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, in my two cent
They say don't bite the hand feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no to
Don't get me wrong, I still got love for and Hov
But they both rich, so what gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home food for Joe... Trey 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
that
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of
But the Lord say I ain't there for mine
And the I look at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that got pushed back
I'm sittin here all this anger, stop me
He's like about this thing called a Gangsta Party?
Must I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four clover, I can't luck up
Feel like removin the and gettin fucked up
Feelin temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I like everyone around 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 around up
Not when I just seen a of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you right, I'm on my grind
Look like some shit is on my niggaz
to talk, but nobody to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey
It's always somethin bad, I don't why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five stashed away
And that's just I'm at today
I'll be in a place if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
old school mouse, move on, put the past away