Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to some of that Mobb
Make it like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get crackin' then)
Super super duper, trunk 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 holla? What you What dey know?
What dey about this? So what dey know?
What dey know about this? So dey know?
Now, strictly mobb, mobb

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

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

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

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

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

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

They nose, fakin' domes
Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, homes
Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, through stop signs
like them action films

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

It's just some, that you can to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can relate 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 practice hard
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

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

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

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom 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' above my means a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Marriot's Great
Mean Green hooked me up down
Made a name for myself by 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 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 hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor Bosstigili up on this
They up like 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 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 on the boulevard

this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' 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 it like that down they ass
The Resevoir Hoggs up in
(All day smashin')

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

Cousin C-Bo, that Otis and singin'
"I hope I go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

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