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 mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different of lofts
em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't be a duplex
tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or European shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat they rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it hurt that much
Yea I scream out that much
Cause these other fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz and hold bitches
To they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you he lookin to see you!
lookin to beat you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for
I wake up grateful I'm breathin first
Cause dudes'll you, they don't need a reason first!
These niggaz'll hit em
They know the is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a steel wit em
I know about snakes, cause I used to wit em
Used to my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, my last meal wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta skill wit em
Just appeal... lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has and ready to attack y'all
You gotta ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't like niggaz, give 'em dap y'all
I to God this hip hop shit is a trap y'all
I don't even remember how I used to act
Something wrong wit the math, I I can add y'all
I came out screamin Desert everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't wanna
sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I even know that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Doubt the same more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
say don't bite the hand that feeds you
Even if I to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I still got for Clue and Hov
But they 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 it's how I feel, so naw, don't erase
shit
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of
But the Lord just say I ain't for mine
And the judge I at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that got pushed back
I'm here with all this anger, stop me
like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live life like a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds away a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I can't up
Feel like removin the seeds and fucked up
Feelin quick temper, somebody bound to get up
I feel everyone around me's a fuck up
on me, I'm screamin out What What
Bout to live like my last buck's up
I ain't got to run around stuck up
Not I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you right, I'm on my grind
Look like some 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 don't know why I it
Then I it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking two packs a day
Still got about five cartridges away
And that's were I'm at today
I'll be in a better place if I just pass (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
old school mouse, move on, put the past away