Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I wake up & get
I don't give two fucks what she said
Cause baby the M.O.B is how we
So she just a beat the speed
The in your area, turn it it up in your stereo
we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on
Got some in the back & I think she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee they rockin' with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I back the crew
& they all ready to go! to ride out!
I give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, money nothin' to lie bout
Type of dick, to make your wanna try out
If you wanna out, ill teach yo ass a lesson
Treat her like a studio I'm talking session
Never fall in love, its all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no steppin'

I'm right back to my money, I'm always on the grind
& I'm up all night, I'm always to Mob

I ain't tryna nobody, I'm just all about my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' (x4)

[Verse 1:

Later on still ends
Got your girlfriend wetter a fountain is
All she want is a young nigga it?
Take her home & she ride on some magic mountian
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount this
Coming straight up of the rich, we real as it gets
Feel like I'm my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get some of Heart Break hooligan
He on me, how foolish of him
My whole city here, how of him
We all in the building, we it in
shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget?
The more money I make, the more I spend
On my 9, I'm right next to the 10

to my money, I'm always on the grind
& I'm up all night, I'm down to Mob

I tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm talkin'

Mobbin'... Riding round dough (x4)

[Verse 3:
BANG on them homies
Young nigga got that old
in the mall ball some, cold head
Mobbin' all like no bed..
Holla when you see me, be her wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna me, bet I appear like a Genie
Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you see me
Hundreds of phoney huh
Cause im on son, I'm on son
Where the hoes at? you phone some
Swagger on a mil, like you get your clothes from?
& where'd you meet she a cold one!
Yeah I'm a G, but respected by the old
I bought it, but never sold one
Never without a
I was blowing the Doja, than satellites
& I got the game on lock, might be or write

I ain't tryna nobody, I'm just all about my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm talkin'

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' (x4)