Luyện nghe bài hát Old School Mouse

You now to a different type of boss
Abstract, they cut him a different type of clothe
say that mouths want a different type of soft
Only started when I was lookin at different type of
Told em, I'm a don, show me somethin with a next
I need four bathrooms, it ain't be a duplex
White tee, boots yes, see 'em in a suit
Or somethin shirt lookin like a two X
for the ball like I'm Plaxico Burress
Or in Cancun a back on a brunette
Gimmicks down pat like they rehearse much
I don't response to a sublime, it ain't hurt that
Yea I scream out that much
Cause these dudes fightin for New York like it's worth that much
And these sitcom niggaz and hold bitches
To them they 'golden girls', to me, old bitches
Chicks lookin at G-Ucons lookin to you
Owe a money, you know he lookin to see you!
Niggaz lookin to you
Fiend treat the hood like its Saw two, cause they just lookin for needles
I wake up grateful I'm breathin first
dudes'll kill you, they don't need a reason first!
These still hit em
They know the is too poor to hire CSI, and Gil Grissom
Nowadays, keep a blue steel wit em
I know snakes, cause I used to deal wit em
to give my heart, used to rob, steal, wit em
Let 'em meet mom, my last meal wit em
To rap now, you ain't gotta have wit em
Just appeal... witta lil bit a'
A has that and ready to attack y'all
You kiss ass or else you get blackballed
If you don't like niggaz, give 'em dap y'all
I swear to God this hip hop shit is a y'all
I don't even how I used to act y'all
Something wrong wit the math, I know I can add
I out screamin Desert Storm everyday
And soon as I stop, he don't wanna
sayin what you did for Clue, shit I just laced it
I didn't even know that dude was his tape, shiiiitt
He don't want the fame no more, its wit me
Don't hear Reasonable Doubt the more
I can't listen to (Naaw!)
Got a resentment toward Hov, tryin to hate on em, throwin in my two
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 still got love for and Hov
But both rich, so what that gotta do wit Joe?!
I bring home food for Joe... Trey that is...
Like, fuck why I say shit?!
See, girl why you take that shit, but it's just how I feel, so naw, don't
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 things got pushed
I'm sittin here all this anger, stop me
He's like what about this called a Gangsta Party?
Must think I live life like it's a Party!
I'm 10 seconds away from a robbery, nigga!
No four leaf clover, I can't up
like removin the seeds and gettin fucked up
Feelin quick temper, bound to get fucked up
I feel like everyone around a fuck up
Ratchet on me, I'm screamin out What
Bout to live life like my last up
I ain't got to run around stuck up
Not when I seen a group of niggaz gettin stuck up
So you damn right, I'm on my
like some shit is on my mind niggaz
Need to talk, but to turn to
So I go to horoscopes in the Journal
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 just were I'm at
be in a better place if I just pass away (Sike!)
Just hop in the and lay
That's old school mouse, move on, put the away