Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

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

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

I be rich and I rap
But, a hundred 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 dope game, I was

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, 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 triggers
We do trouble 'cause we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

Watch me no cost to pay off my tickets and fines
Giving up to the Elroy's
time 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, that 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
Some for all my folkers on the

traditional, heavy ass for the mobb
I got bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your

I said, no not me, I stop
I'ma do it for my
Sober see, can't be
I been pervin' all day six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad

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

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

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

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

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

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 stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
Some to a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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