Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

now
(Get this den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred dollars of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I fin' to bite on that
I on stuff, a cup

I likes to out the bottle
Mix Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen old
dope game, I was told

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

Yeah, I'm a hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Me on the money motivated mission

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

on us not too long ago
Sold our and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they and forked toes

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

They nose, them domes
Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin'
Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through signs
like them action films

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

just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, that 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 make a nigga practice lookin'
for all my folkers on the boulevard

It's traditional, ass for the mobb
I got bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata 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, that be
I been pervin' all day since six
I pull a bootch like a bad

the cheapest econo lodge a like me can find
Drop her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone
freezin' to death

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

But I'ma ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay
I used to sell Kirby vacuum but I wasn't a punk
I at Mickey D's
(What did you make?)
of the Month

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

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Mean Green hooked me up South
Made a name for myself by of mouth

It's just some, 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 practice lookin'
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on track
nose up like this
Where Sojourn at, whattup boy?

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

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

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

There go Max and that
the R&B singer on they ass
Gonna they with that Mobb
They head like

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

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

They up like this
V-Town nigga Millersville I you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins
Kamikaze and the Unit
I thought, thought