Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear some of that
it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this then)
Super duper super duper, rattlin'
(That's what I'm 'bout)

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

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

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

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

I to drink 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 clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
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 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 deeper than them skinny

on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Empty 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 I'ma teach ya how to with my new invention
You might pay attention
I to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at D's
(What did you make?)
of the Month

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

cheap , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green me up down South
Made a for myself 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

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

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 of weebleizations
Head Above Water

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

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

With this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' out, 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)

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

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

My little young cousin' Mac Mall up in
the V-Town 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 to slangin' llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in ass

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