Luyện nghe bài hát Menensky Mobbin'

(Bizzy)
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on
See, it's like the Mob, see
used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master
So the people didn't go on the boat, you know I'm sayin'?

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

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

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

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

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

And my raw dogs trip in the of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, the hoopties and my Lucciano's

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 in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
Sift through my
And I that we're rockin' up birds
out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
Smokin' doja, composure

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

(Bizzy)
Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb
I'm on the chronic chokin' bubonic,
Eyes blood-shot red, out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches
in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head soon
She's wet in the
I'm kinda and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun up
What up, done up, up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
why the fuck I feel so much pain 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, tell the truth
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies
And shoot if you
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, normal
Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka
a quarter to call your dogs

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