Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Style

I swear to God if you fuck this 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
at the scabs until I made it worse
But I still spit your girlfriend's favorite
At least now I know notices
the loud guy from of Minne-hopelessness
I try to celebrate life I can
Most I do it with a mic in my hand
Daley and Anthony Davis
Twin Cities, they act we famous
Still nameless in like Vegas
So order up a round and tip the waitress
Got the ladies in the place going
Making at the radio stations
A love-hate
as if we're waiting for the to sit down and let the choir take it
And I'm trying to have the of my life
Work for my stripes and a few flights
Try to the demons out of mind, out of sight
But some I'm to weak to fight, you got a
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 everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new and drop my view point
Maybe up a hook and get a few coins
A little real estate, to make us ok
I need to keep faith and eat a decent meal
Hey, and even if these don't pay me
I'ma find a way to make the right hand the gravy
So special, to have met you
By this time tomorrow probably already forget you
Now fifteen for the shirt
And go your friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it never
The difference is now I'm eating better slop
at your boy mother, employed by brothers
Trying to make we all avoid the buzzards
Every scar I wear earned
Even the ones I like to pretend I don't deserve
But I don't question, God has vision
I'm no savior, I'm just the recognants
Taught how to bank off tour
So thank me now and keep my name off
He's got the tail, I've got the rabbit ears
He's fly, I'm fly why they call us