Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I up & get bread
I don't give two fucks what she said
Cause the M.O.B is how we live
So she just a like the speed
The in your area, turn it it up in your stereo
Here we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go
Then we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on
Got some pills in the & I think she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee that rockin' with Su?
Only planned on one, but then I brought back the crew
& all ready to go! ready to ride out!
I just give the 2,1 go, homie I out
HBK the gang, gettin' money nothin' to lie
Type of dick, to your chick wanna try out
If you wanna out, ill teach yo ass a lesson
Treat her like a studio I'm talking full
fall in love, because its all about progression
On my Big Daddy shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right back to my money, I'm 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 talkin'

Mobbin'... Riding round dough (x4)

[Verse 1:

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
BANG BANG on them
Young nigga got old bread
Walk in the mall some, cold head
Mobbin' all like no bed..
when you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I appear 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 where'd you get your clothes
& where'd you meet she a cold one!
I'm a G, but respected by the old ones
Yeah I bought it, but 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 hurt nobody, I'm just all my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

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