Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a different type of
Abstract, cut him from a different type of clothe
say that mouths want a different type of soft
Only when I was lookin at different type of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a pool
I need four bathrooms, it gotta be a duplex
tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit next
Or somethin European shirt lookin a two X
for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun breakin a on a brunette
Gimmicks pat like they rehearse that much
I response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that much
Yea I scream out Jers much
these other dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you he lookin to see you!
Niggaz to beat you
Fiend treat the like its Saw part two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up 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 to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta a blue steel wit em
I know about snakes, cause I to deal wit em
Used to my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, share my last wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta have wit em
Just appeal... witta lil bit a'
A dude has that and ready to y'all
You gotta kiss ass or 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 how I used 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 wanna play
Stacks what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I didn't even know that dude was doin his tape,
He don't the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't Reasonable Doubt the same more
I can't to Blueprint (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 got love for Clue and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring 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, don't
that
Child supports a bitch, but I care of mine
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 things got back
I'm sittin with all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this called a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live life like a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds away from a 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 around 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 I just seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you damn right, I'm on my
Look some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but nobody to to
So I go to in the Jersey Journal
It's always somethin bad, I know why I read it
I play it off, its fake, I don't 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 better place if I just pass (Sike!)
hop in the casket and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the past