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 know why?)

The seventh of September was my date of
I got to the clinic and I did the
Picked at the until I made it worse
But I still spit your girlfriend's verse
At now I know somebody notices
the loud guy Southside of Minne-hopelessness
I try to celebrate when I can
Most times I do it a mic in my hand
Sean Daley and Davis
Cities, they act like we famous
Still in places like Vegas
So order up a round and over tip the
Got the ladies in the going ape-shit
Making faces at the stations
A love-hate
as if waiting for the preacher to sit down and let the choir take it
And I'm trying to the time of my life
Work for my and climb a few flights
Try to the demons out of mind, out of sight
But I'm to weak to fight, you got a light?
I stand beside line that I write
Wrote most my just to find me a wife
And now that my half got me hemmed up
I'm out here rapping about whatever the
It matter just as long as I mean everything set free from between these wings
I could write a new and drop my view point
Maybe cook up a and get a few coins
A little estate, to make us feel ok
I need to keep faith and eat a meal today
Hey, and if these raps don't pay me
I'ma find a way to the right hand pass the gravy
So special, nice to met you
By this time tomorrow probably already forget you
Now gimme for the shirt
And go tell your friends on your team I'm a jerk
Set it off, it never
The only difference is now I'm better slop
Look at your boy mother, employed by
Trying to make sure we all the buzzards
Every scar I wear earned
Even the ones that I like to I don't deserve
But I question, cause God has vision
I'm no savior, I'm the recognants mission
Taught ya'll how to off tour
So thank me now and my name off yours
He's got the tail, I've got the rabbit ears
fly, I'm fly that's why they call us