Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

I be rich and I rap
But, a hundred dollars worth of food 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 Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen old
Straight dope game, I was

I had them hoes clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
That's how it's to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
We do 'cause trouble 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 little Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission

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

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

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
myself 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, 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 folkers on the

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

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

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

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

But teach ya how to blossom 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?)
Employee of the

Livin' my means that's a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my video for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Mean hooked 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 stop at the liquor sto', and purchase gin
Some to a nigga practice lookin' hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor Bosstigili up on this
They nose up like
Where 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 stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga lookin' 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 Celly
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

My little young cousin' Mac Mall up in
From the V-Town I you thought 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 slangin' llello" on ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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