Luyện nghe bài hát Menensky Mobbin'

(Bizzy)
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe on muthafuckas
See, it's the Menensky Mob, see
They used to be the ones who was fightin' the master
So the people go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Shit, smoke, can a man get some paper up in this place, man?)
(But I'm a black man in a white world)
Fuck this

Oh, (Menesky!) mobbin'
mobbin', nigga
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!)
Menensky mobbin',
Oh, (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin',
Oh, Menensky (Menensky!)
niggas with problems
And the four white thugs are the projects
smokin' with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, run, nigga run
Menensky muthafucka!

(Bizzy)
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka Watts niggas
In Cali to riot and rally around
brawlin' in my door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo
?? Gettin' wacko and smokin'
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, make me blast you
past you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted bitchafied
This introduction
I'm bumpin' properly, of my poverty, God we need a job
me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron
You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, nigga don't jock raw

(Chorus)
Oh, Menensky
(I'm to get high muthafucka')
Oh, mobbin'
(You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the wrong with you?)
Oh, mobbin'
Man, we on niggas
You can't fuck with me
Watts niggas problems
And the white thugs are from the projects,
We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the
run, nigga run, nigga run

(Bizzy)
Hock my
a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts
When I'm ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit
Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads like a

And my raw dogs in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my

Judge and jury my movie confuse me with other thugs
On a speed chase say
Say don't swerve in the mud, and the weed taste like love
We thuggish in slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
Sift through my
And I heard that we're up birds
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin'
Smokin' doja, composure

(Chorus)
Oh, Menensky
(Menensky mobbin')
Oh, mobbin'
Oh, mobbin'
(Watts niggas. With Watts with problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, mobbin
Watts with problems
And the four white thugs are the projects
We smokin' chronic with with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, run, nigga run

(Bizzy)
to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit
I'm on the chokin' bubonic, harmonic
Eyes blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead,
Fuck the Feds, the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some soon
She's wet in the
I'm nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up
What up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it be painful
Well why the fuck I feel so much stressin' my brain?
Let the train pass, at the sky, play, laugh
With visions in May on how I played dad
Don't say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the
nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
And if you wanna
water, but you can die, bitch, it's normal
Eventually your number's called the portal and muthafucka fall
a quarter to call your dogs

Oh, mobbin'
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin' on these hoes, c'mon!)
Oh, Menensky
Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts with problems
And the four white thugs are from the
Whoo!
We're smokin' chronic with and the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, run
For
(Menensky niggas mobbin' world
Are you down with the Menensky Getready for war)