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 want a different of soft
Only started I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't be a duplex
White tee, yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin European shirt like a two X
Runnin for the ball 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 ain't hurt that
Yea I scream out Jers that
Cause these dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz caress and hold
To they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
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 its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up grateful that I'm first
Cause dudes'll kill you, they need a reason first!
niggaz'll still hit em
They the hood is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a blue wit em
I know about snakes, cause I 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 ain't have skill wit em
Just appeal... lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has that and ready to y'all
You gotta kiss ass or you get blackballed
If you don't niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop is a trap y'all
I even remember how I used to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add
I came out screamin Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, I just laced it
I didn't even that dude was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the more
I can't to Blueprint (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to on em, throwin in my two cent
They say bite the hand that feeds you
Even if I wanted to, I can't, no to
Don't get me wrong, I still got for Clue and Hov
But they both rich, so what that do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
supports a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the Lord just say I ain't for mine
And the judge I at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he that things got pushed back
I'm here with all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 away from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I can't up
Feel like removin the and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, somebody to get fucked up
I like everyone around me's a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
Bout to live life my last buck's up
I ain't got to run around stuck up
Not when I just seen a group of niggaz gettin up
So you right, I'm on my grind
Look some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey
It's always bad, I don't know why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I believe it!
like two packs a day
Still got about five cartridges away
And that's were I'm at today
I'll be in a better if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, on, put the past away