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)
duper super duper, trunk rattlin'
(That's what I'm 'bout)

Old school, in the
(Some for the trunk)
Magazine Street, type
(This is what we do, all day this)

now
(Get this den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred dollars of food stamps for 45 dollars
fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that
I on stuff, a cup

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

I had hoes stealin' 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 trouble we dump on

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

Tryin' to have it in a major way after I was on the late grind
Strapped with nines and Desert
Me and my weeples come deeper than 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 thugs call 'em elbows, heads
With the license plates with the tremendous bump

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

Watch me no cost to pay off my tickets and fines
Giving up to the Elroy's
time 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, I can relate 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 hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

It's traditional, ass for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't 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 since six
I pull a bootch a bad tooth

With the cheapest lodge 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 hard to reason
game orienfested, let me explain it
I they say that I been givin' up too much game

But teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You wanna pay attention
I used to sell vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at D's
(What did you make?)
of the Month

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

Some cheap , Great America
Mean Green hooked me up South
Made a name for myself by 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 some gin
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on track
nose up like this
Where Sojourn at, whattup boy?

just some, that you can ride 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 purchase gin
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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 that down they ass
The Resevoir up in this
(All day smashin')

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

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

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

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