Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

now
(Get crackin' den)
It's a on
(Now)

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred dollars worth of food stamps for 45
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 Donald ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen old
Straight game, I was told

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

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember that? Mr. 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, the Shot Caller
My little Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money 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 weeples come deeper them skinny

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

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

They nose, them domes
Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin'
on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through stop signs
Just them action films

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

just 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 sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga lookin' 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
Forty-Wata-Wata main tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in prime

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

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

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

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom my new invention
You might wanna pay
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I a punk
I at Mickey D's
(What did you make?)
Employee of the

Livin' above my means a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an
Shot my first for 20 bucks

Some , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up South
a name for myself 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 you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on this
They nose up like
Where that 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 that you can listen 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 this here, we mobbin' out, we out, Suga T
(Ay, gurl?)

(D-Shot?)

B-Legit up in
(Yo, main)
Young Muggzy,
(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 Resevoir up in this
(All day smashin')

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

My little cousin' Mac Mall up in this
From the V-Town I you thought all the time
Up in they, ass can B
(Sic-wid-it nigga)

C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'
"I I don't go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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