Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of
Abstract, cut him from a different type of clothe
Jers say mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool
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 ball I'm Plaxico Burress
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 scream out Jers much
Cause these other dudes fightin for New like it's worth that much
And sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, they old
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
Niggaz to beat you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they just for needles
I wake up grateful that I'm first
Cause dudes'll kill you, they don't a reason first!
These still hit em
They know the is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta a blue steel wit em
I about snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
Used to give my heart, to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em mom, share my last meal wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta skill wit em
Just appeal... lil bit a' rhythm
A has that and ready to attack y'all
You gotta ass or else you get blackballed
If you like niggaz, still 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 wit the math, I know I can add y'all
I came out Desert Storm everyday
And as I stop, he don't wanna play
Stacks what you did for Clue, shit I just laced 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 Doubt the same
I can't to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two
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 still got love for and Hov
But they both rich, so that gotta do wit Joe?!
I bring home food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, erase
that
Child supports a bitch, but I take care of
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
like what about this thing called a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live life it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four clover, I can't luck up
Feel like the seeds and gettin fucked 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
Bout to live like my last buck's up
I ain't got time to run around up
Not when I just 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 know why I read it
Then I it off, its fake, I don't believe it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five stashed away
And just were I'm at today
be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the away