Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Style

I swear to God if you fuckers this up for the rest of us
you not get any pudding, none!

(Do you know why?)

The seventh of was my date of birth
I got to the clinic and I did the
Picked at the until I made it worse
But I still spit your girlfriend's verse
At now I know somebody notices
the loud guy from Southside of
I try to celebrate life I can
Most times I do it a mic in my hand
Sean and Anthony Davis
Twin Cities, act like we famous
Still nameless in places Vegas
So up a round and over tip the waitress
Got the ladies in the place going
faces at the radio stations
A relationship
as if we're waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the take it
And I'm to have the time of my life
for my stripes and climb a few flights
Try to keep the out of mind, out of sight
But some I'm to to fight, you got a light?
I stand beside every line that I
Wrote most my rhymes just to find me a
And now that my half got me hemmed up
I'm out here rapping about the fuck
It don't just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new joint and my view point
cook up a hook and get a few coins
A little real estate, to make us ok
I need to keep faith and eat a meal today
Hey, and even if these don't pay me
I'ma find a way to the right hand pass the gravy
So special, nice to met you
By time tomorrow I'll probably already forget you
Now gimme for the shirt
And go your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it stopped
The only difference is now I'm eating slop
at your boy mother, employed by brothers
Trying to make we all avoid the buzzards
Every scar I I've earned
Even the ones that I to pretend I don't deserve
But I don't question, cause God has
I'm no savior, I'm just the mission
Taught ya'll how to off tour
So me now and keep my name off yours
got the pony tail, I've got the rabbit ears
He's fly, I'm fly that's why call us