Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm to hear some of that Mobb
Make it sound a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, let's get this crackin' then)
Super super duper, trunk rattlin'
(That's what I'm 'bout)

Old school, in the
(Some for the trunk)
Magazine Street, Hillside
(This is we do, all day like this)

now
(Get this den)
It's a on
(Now)

What you holla? you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this? So what dey
What dey know about So what dey know?
Now, strictly mobb, strictly

I be rich and I rap
But, a dollars worth of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to on that
I on stuff, a cup

I to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? my novel
When, I was fifteen old
Straight game, I was told

I had them stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
That's how supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
We do 'cause trouble 'cause we on

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission

Tryin' to have it in a major way after I was on the late night
Strapped with nines and Desert
Me and my weeples deeper than them skinny

Crept on us not too ago
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Supreme
Buster they Zima's and forked toes

Starwise, with the knockoffs
My south thugs call 'em elbows, turnin' heads
With the personalized license plates with the bump

They nose, fakin' them
and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes
Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, through stop signs
Just them action films

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
myself up to the Elroy's
Doing on the weekends, all up in the county writin' rhymes

It's some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can relate to

It's just some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga practice hard
Some for all my folkers on the

It's traditional, heavy ass for the
I got more bass in my rock, Third Eye Blind
main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too for this, dude you in your prime

I said, no not me, I won't
do it for my Tupac
Sober see, can't be
I been pervin' all day since six
I pull a bootch like a bad

With the cheapest econo lodge a like me can
her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin' to

Empty can it
Stubborn hella hard to with
It's game orienfested, let me it
I know they say that I givin' up too much game

But I'ma teach ya how to with my new invention
You might pay attention
I to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at D's
(What did you make?)
Employee of the

Livin' above my means that's a lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my video for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Great America
Mean hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by of mouth

It's some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can to

It's just some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
Some to a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

Hah, oh, what dey
Oh, what dey about this? Oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey know about Oh, what dey know?

Hella, the board of up in this
The board of
Head Water productions

Collaborated with my, Sam
Bosstigili up on this track
They nose up like
Where that Sojourn at, boy?

just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can to

just some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga lookin' hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

With this here, we out, we mobbin' out, Suga T
(Ay, gurl?)

(D-Shot?)

B-Legit up in
(Yo, main)
Young Muggzy,
(You know)

Tap that ass Cell
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone
(Big Buddha)

from A-1
They doin' it like that they ass
The Hoggs up in this
(All day smashin')

There go Max and that
LeVitti the R&B on they ass
Gonna they nose that Mobb
They like that

My little young cousin' Mac up in this
From the V-Town I thought you thought all the
Up in they, ass can B
(Sic-wid-it nigga)

Cousin C-Bo, Otis and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go to slangin' llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

They heads up this
nigga Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins
Kamikaze and the Unit
I thought, they