Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear of that Mobb
Make it sound like a gorilla 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, 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, mobb

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

I to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald ? 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 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
We do 'cause trouble we dump on

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, the Shot Caller
My little sista 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 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
Buster demand they Zima's and forked

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving 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, I can relate to

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

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

I said, no not me, I stop
do it for my Tupac
Sober see, that be
I pervin' all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad

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

handed can it
Stubborn hard to reason with
It's orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been givin' up too much

But teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might pay attention
I to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I at Mickey 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 for 20 bucks

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

It's just some, that you can 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

Hah, oh, dey know?
Oh, what dey know about Oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey know about 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 nose up 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 some that 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

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

There go Max and Parlay
the R&B singer on they ass
Gonna they 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 llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

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