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 didn't go on the boat, you what I'm sayin'?

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

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

(Bizzy)
Menensky mobbin' with Watts niggas
In Cali ready to riot and around
brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare my Capo
?? Gettin' and smokin' tabacco
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a of crack, and I'll pat you down too
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don't make me you
Right past you with the on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted bitchafied
This bustin'
I'm bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we 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 to get high muthafucka')
Oh, Menensky
(You're over trippin' and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?)
Oh, Menensky
Man, we mobbin' on
You can't fuck with me
niggas with problems
And the four white are from the projects,
We smokin' with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, run, nigga run

(Bizzy)
Hock my
Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas
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 trip in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, the hoopties and my Lucciano's

Judge and jury my movie me with those other thugs
On a high chase say
Say swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, word
through my proberbs
And I heard we're rockin' up birds
out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
Smokin' doja, composure

(Chorus)
Oh, mobbin'
(Menensky mobbin')
Oh, Menensky
Oh, mobbin'
(Watts niggas. With Watts with problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, mobbin
Watts with problems
And the four white thugs are from the
We smokin' chronic with love the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, 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, loc'd out like dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some head
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
Well why the fuck I feel so much pain my brain?
Let the pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
visions back in May on how I played dad
Don't say that and criticize yourself, tell the truth
Roof from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
And if you wanna
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it's
Eventually your number's called through the portal and muthafucka
Here's a quarter to your dogs

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