Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

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

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred dollars of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on
I on stuff, a cup

I likes to drink out the
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my
When, I was fifteen old
dope 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 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to triggers
We do 'cause trouble 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 sista 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 come deeper than skinny

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

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

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

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and
Giving up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin'

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

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

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

With the cheapest 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 orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been givin' up too game

But I'ma teach ya how to with my new invention
You might 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 means a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first for 20 bucks

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

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 practice hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

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

Hella, the of weebleizations up in this
The board of
Head Above productions

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor up on this track
They up like this
Where that Sojourn at, whattup

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

There go Max and Parlay
LeVitti the R&B singer on ass
Gonna nose with 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)

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

They up like this
V-Town nigga I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb
I thought, thought