Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I up & get bread
I don't give two fucks bout what she
baby 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 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 that they rockin' Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I back the crew
& they all to go! ready to ride out!
I give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' money to lie bout
Type of dick, to make your wanna try out
If you wanna find out, ill teach yo ass a
her like a studio I'm talking full session
Never fall in love, because its all about
On my Big Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right back to my money, I'm always on the
& I'm up all night, I'm down 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 dough (x4)

1: IamSu]

Later on countin' ends
Got your girlfriend wetter a fountain is
All she want is a nigga gettin' it?
Take her home & she on some magic mountian shit
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of amount this shit
Coming up of the rich, nigga we real as it gets
Feel like I'm my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get some of this Heart Break
He on me, how foolish of him
My whole here, how coolest of him
We all in the building, we it in
This shit like depend, crazy, how you forget?
The more money I make, the more I spend
On my number 9, I'm next 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
When you see me I be (x2)
Ya-i'm talkin'

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

3: IamSu]
BANG on them homies
Young nigga got old bread
Walk in the ball some, cold head
Mobbin' all like no bed..
Holla when you see me, be her wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I like a Genie
Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you see me
Hundreds of niggas huh
im on son, I'm on patron son
Where the at? you should 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
Yeah I bought it, but sold one
Never without a
I was the Doja, higher than satellites
& I got the on lock, might be reder or write

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

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