Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm to hear some of that Mobb
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the
(Yeah, let's 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 what we do, all day this)

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

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred dollars worth of food for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't 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
dope game, I was told

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

Yeah, I'm a hustler, remember that? 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 have it in a major way after I was on the night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert
Me and my weeples deeper than them skinny

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

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

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

me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the
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, that I can to

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

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

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 a bootch like a bad tooth

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

Empty can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason
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 wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacuum 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
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my video for 20 bucks

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

It's some, that you can ride 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

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Bosstigili up on this track
They nose up 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 some that you can to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase gin
Some to make a nigga practice hard
Some for all my 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 Bone
(Big Buddha)

from A-1
They doin' it like down 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
They head like

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 and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go back to llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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