Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

What you holla? you say? What dey know?
What dey know about 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 dollars of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to on that
I on stuff, a cup

I likes to drink out the
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? my novel
When, I was fifteen old
dope game, I was told

I had them hoes clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
That's how 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, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant
Down and Dirty, Federal, 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 late night
Strapped nines and Desert Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper than skinny

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

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

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

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

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 at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
Some for all my folkers on the

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

I said, no not me, I won't
I'ma do it for my
see, that can't be
I been pervin' all day since six
I pull a like 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 to death

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

But I'ma ya how to blossom with my new invention
You wanna 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' my means that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an
Shot my first video for 20

Some , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up 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

It's some that you can listen 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, 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 of weebleizations
Above Water productions

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor up on this track
They nose up this
Where 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 some gin
Some to make a practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

With this here, we 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 that down ass
The Resevoir up in this
(All day smashin')

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

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