Luyện nghe bài hát Get No Younger

[Intro - Joe Budden - - w/ ad libs]
Uh, it's knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood
Taha, you need a to play this 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 Klasix on the
Dave, Mike, I see you
Joe Budden, Muzik 3
go

[Verse 1 - Joe
Now look, I'm in that 550 feelin like Liddell
Aside from Rampage Jackson "fuck the world"
My lean so mean, So Fresh and So Clean
Like a Sunday morning listenin to Osteen
Like my down low, I'm rimmed up with the seat back
Boo the sweet back, I definitely need that
Even if her body make a nigga eat that
you don't Make a nigga Better, better see Fab
I know a bird Amy, love to tea bag
Set you up for some loosies and a weed bag
Alcoholic, cute face but her bad
And she to the Winehouse straight from the Rehab
The recap and they G stacks
Fixated on imaginary ice freeze tag
I speed past, ease past with my G
I'm at a level most couldn't see past

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

[DJ On Point - talking over (echo)]
out to Paree
Jill,
Can't forget Jay, up?

2 - Joe Budden]
Whoa, whoa, some say "sky's the limit", still I'm to reach higher
So on my deathbed, I'm how to be fly-er
I'm above heaven (but)
But talkin about death is me beatin a dead horse and a love "Slevin"
I'm a '80's baby with a '60's mind state, fitted backwards
at whippersnappers
Livin young and reckless, never mind who the is (might as well)
They need to get rid of style, put it on Craigslist (nigga)
'Cause you ain't crazy, it
Even if you was wild like Randy Moss, feelin Patriotic
How I'm gon' with Tom Brady in the pocket?
Beggin dude to back like the Yankees did "The Rocket"
And like Clemens did
Reappear to get the most wins it in, damn is so sensitive
get hemorrhages, find a way to benefit
Even when it the whole World is against the kid

[Verse 3 - Joe
Whoa, I mean, the burner's in the air (is what you want?)
Like J. Holiday I'll put you there
It's Bedtime niggaz, of mine niggaz, Wesson or nine niggaz
"Minority Report", I'm of your mind niggaz
You wanted to beef, you got twenty you, I got a hundred with me
Now this is to see (oh)
Boogieman your whole squad, put you under some
In Dodge Richard Reid had under the sheet
On some Jetsons but if the shook type approach me
I'll fill 'em metal 'til he look like Rosey
Niggaz ain't off the like Joey
My is up cozy, at the end of my bed
Get on my Puff Daddy All The Benjamins shit
And turn my on Danja/danger like Timbaland did (ya heard?)
Hoodie over my head, the snub
Fuck what the World's come to, the fuck's it goin?

[Chorus - without ad

- DJ On Point - talking until the end (echo)]
Shout out to my nigga Bland
Management
Shout out to Gear down in A-T-L
Can't forget Hall of Fame, Coliseum, Ave.