Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

now
(Get crackin' den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

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

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

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

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

Tryin' to have it in a way after I was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert
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 Zima's and forked toes

Starwise, with the helicopter
My down south thugs call 'em elbows, turnin'
With the license plates with the tremendous bump

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

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

It's 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 practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

traditional, heavy ass for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your

I said, no not me, I won't
I'ma do it for my
Sober see, that be
I been all day since six o'clock
I pull a like a bad tooth

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

handed can it
Stubborn hella to reason 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 blossom my new invention
You wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a
I worked at D's
(What did you make?)
of the Month

Livin' above my that's a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for 20

Some , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green me up down South
Made a for myself by word of mouth

just some, that 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 purchase gin
Some to make a nigga lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

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

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 that you can to, one mo' gen
you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice 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 Celly
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Tyrone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

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

Cousin C-Bo, that and Shug singin'
"I hope I go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

They heads up like
V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Unit
I thought, they