Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Style

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

(Do you wanna why?)

The seventh of September was my of birth
I got to the clinic and I did the
Picked at the scabs until I made it
But I still spit your girlfriend's verse
At least now I somebody notices
the loud guy from Southside of
I try to celebrate when I can
Most times I do it with a mic in my
Sean Daley and Davis
Twin Cities, act like we famous
nameless in places like Vegas
So order up a and over tip the waitress
Got the ladies in the going ape-shit
Making 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 trying to the time of my life
Work for my stripes and climb a few
Try to keep the demons out of mind, out of
But some I'm to to fight, you got a light?
I beside every line that I write
Wrote most my rhymes to find me a wife
And now that my half got me hemmed up
I'm out here about whatever the fuck
It don't matter just as long as I mean everything set free from these wings
I could write a new joint and drop my point
Maybe up a hook and get a few coins
A real estate, to make us feel ok
I need to keep and eat a decent meal today
Hey, and even if these don't pay me
I'ma find a way to make the hand pass the gravy
So special, nice to met you
By this time tomorrow I'll probably forget you
Now gimme fifteen for the
And go tell your friends on swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it never
The only difference is now I'm better slop
Look at boy mother, employed by brothers
Trying to make we all avoid the buzzards
Every scar I I've earned
Even the ones that I like to pretend I don't
But I question, cause God has vision
I'm no savior, I'm the recognants mission
Taught how to bank off tour
So thank me now and keep my name off
He's got the pony tail, got the rabbit ears
He's fly, I'm fly why they call us