Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear some of Mobb
it sound like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, let's get this crackin' 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 this den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Me on the money motivated mission

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

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

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the writin' rhymes

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

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

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

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

With the cheapest lodge a like me can find
Drop her off out in the of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin' to

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

But I'ma ya how to blossom with my new invention
You wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I 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 for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Marriot's Great
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 make a practice lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on track
nose up like this
Where that Sojourn at, 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 liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
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 ass Celly Cell
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

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

Cousin C-Bo, Otis 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 Funk Mobb up in ass

They up like this
nigga Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins
and the Mobb Unit
I thought, thought