Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

Old school, in the
(Some for the trunk)
Street, Hillside type
(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 know about this? So dey know?
What dey know about this? So dey know?
Now, strictly mobb, mobb

I be rich and I rap
But, a dollars worth of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on
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 stealin' clothes for me, and sellin' they body
That's how supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
We do 'cause trouble we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 practice hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

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

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

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

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

But I'ma ya how to blossom 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?)
Employee of the

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

Some cheap , Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down
Made a name for myself by of mouth

It's some, that 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 stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga 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 about this? Oh, what dey know?

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor Bosstigili up on track
They nose up like
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

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

With this here, we mobbin' out, we out, Suga T
(Ay, gurl?)

(D-Shot?)

B-Legit up in
(Yo, main)
Muggzy, Keveo
(You know)

Tap that ass Celly
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone
(Big Buddha)

from A-1
They doin' it like that they ass
The Hoggs 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 like

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 and Shug singin'
"I hope I 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 cousins
and the Mobb Unit
I thought, they