Luyện nghe bài hát The Old Style

I to God if you fuckers 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 girlfriend's favorite verse
At now I know somebody notices
the loud guy from of Minne-hopelessness
I try to life when I can
Most times I do it with a mic in my
Sean Daley and Davis
Twin Cities, they act like we
Still in places like Vegas
So order up a and over tip the waitress
Got the ladies in the going ape-shit
Making faces at the radio
A love-hate
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
Work for my and climb a few flights
Try to keep the out of mind, out of sight
But I'm to weak 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 better got me hemmed up
I'm out here rapping whatever the fuck
It don't matter just as long as I everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new joint and my view point
Maybe cook up a and get a few coins
A little real estate, to us feel 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 the right hand pass the gravy
So special, to have met you
By this time tomorrow I'll probably forget you
Now gimme fifteen for the
And go tell friends on your swim team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it never
The difference is now I'm eating better slop
Look at your boy mother, by brothers
Trying to make sure we all avoid the
Every scar I wear earned
Even the ones I like to pretend I don't deserve
But I question, cause God has vision
I'm no savior, I'm just the mission
ya'll how to bank off tour
So me now and keep my name off yours
He's got the pony tail, got the rabbit ears
He's fly, I'm fly that's why call us