Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now listenin to a type of boss
Abstract, they cut him from a different type of
say that mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different of lofts
Told em, I'm a don, me somethin with a pool next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't gotta be a
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a next
Or somethin shirt lookin like a two X
Runnin for the ball like I'm Plaxico
Or in breakin a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like rehearse that much
I don't response to a sublime, it hurt that much
Yea I scream out Jers much
Cause these other dudes fightin for New York like it's that much
And sitcom niggaz caress and hold bitches
To they 'golden girls', to me, they old bitches
lookin at G-Ucons lookin to cheat you
Owe a nigga money, you know he to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw part two, cause they lookin for needles
I wake up that I'm breathin first
dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These still hit em
They know the hood is too poor to CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, gotta keep a blue wit em
I know about snakes, cause I used to wit em
Used to give my heart, to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, share my last wit em
To rap now, you gotta have skill wit em
appeal... witta lil bit a' rhythm
A dude has and ready to attack y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you like niggaz, still give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop shit is a trap
I don't even remember how I to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I I can add y'all
I came out Desert Storm everyday
And as I stop, he don't wanna play
Stacks sayin what you did for Clue, shit I laced it
I didn't even know that was doin his tape, shiiiitt
He want the fame no more, its fuckin wit me
Don't hear Reasonable the same more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two cent
They say don't bite the that feeds you
if I wanted to, I can't, no teeth to
Don't get me wrong, I got love for Clue and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I gotta bring home for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't erase
that
supports a bitch, but I take care of mine
But the just say I ain't there for mine
And the I look at (what about?)
Don't wanna hear, nor do he understand that got pushed back
I'm sittin here with all anger, stop me
He's like what about this thing called a Party?
think I live life like it's a Gangsta Party!
I'm 10 seconds from a gangsta robbery, nigga!
No leaf clover, I can't luck up
Feel like removin the and gettin fucked up
quick temper, somebody bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone around me's a up
Ratchet on me, I'm out What What
Bout to live life my last buck's up
I ain't got to run around stuck up
Not when I just seen a group of gettin stuck up
So you right, I'm on my grind
Look some shit is on my mind niggaz
to talk, but nobody to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Jersey
It's somethin bad, I don't know why I read it
Then I play it off, its fake, I don't it!
Smoking like two a day
Still got about five cartridges away
And that's were I'm at today
I'll be in a better place if I pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, on, put the past away