Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe - talking - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's that knock here
Uh, in that mood yet?
Taha, you need a subo to play in the car by the way
go
I'm a be quiet, let homeboy say he gotta say
Get his little shout out the way
Goin, goin,

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
This joint right here is Get No Younger
Ezo
Shout out to The on the beat
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Mood 3
go

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Liddell
from Rampage Jackson it's "fuck the world"
My lean came so mean, So Fresh and So
Like a morning listenin to Joel Osteen
Like my beat down low, I'm rimmed up the seat back
Boo with the sweet back, I definitely that
Even if her body make a nigga want eat
Bitch you don't a nigga Better, better see Fab
I a bird named Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up right for some loosies and a bag
Alcoholic, face but her weave bad
And she went to the Winehouse straight the Rehab
The rappers and they G stacks
on imaginary ice like freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G
I'm at a level most niggaz see past

[Chorus -
On my grind, dollars (chasin dollars)
In the or the summer (fall or the summer)
Streets are me under (pullin me under)
And I ain't no younger

[DJ On - talking over Chorus (echo)]
Shout out to
Jill,
forget Jay, what up?

[Verse 2 - Joe
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm figurin how to be
I'm talkin heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead and a nigga love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's with a '60's mind state, Yankee fitted backwards
Lookin at
Livin young and reckless, mind who the best is (might as well)
They need to get rid of their style, put it on (nigga)
you ain't crazy, stop it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, start Patriotic
How I'm gon' lose Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And just Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn is so sensitive
get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it seem the whole is against the kid

[Verse 3 - Joe
Whoa, I mean, the in the air (is that what you want?)
Like J. Holiday put you permanently there
It's Bedtime niggaz, weapon of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine
"Minority Report", I'm ahead of mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got with you, I got a hundred with me
Now is somethin to see (oh)
your whole squad, put you under some sheets
In that Dodge Richard had under the sheet
On some shit but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em with metal he look like Rosey
Niggaz off the hook like Joey
My is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff All About The Benjamins shit
And turn my back on like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub
Fuck what the World's to, where the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - ad libs]

[Outro - DJ On Point - talking the end (echo)]
out to my nigga Trees Bland
Bland
out to Phat Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget of Fame, Coliseum, Jamaica Ave.