Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear some of Mobb
it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this then)
Super super 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 this den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

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

I likes to out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was years old
Straight 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 we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's just some, you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can relate 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
Some for all my on the boulevard

It's traditional, 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 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 pervin' all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch a bad tooth

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

handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason
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 with my new
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 means that's a lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first for 20 bucks

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

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 purchase gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor Bosstigili up on track
They nose up this
that 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

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

With this here, we mobbin' out, we 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 Bone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

My little young cousin' Mac 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 hope I don't go back to slangin' llello" on ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

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