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, let's get this crackin' then)
Super super duper, trunk rattlin'
(That's I'm talkin 'bout)

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

now
(Get this den)
It's a on
(Now)

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred worth of food stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I fin' to bite on that
I on stuff, a cup

I to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Duck ? Secure 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 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to triggers
We do 'cause trouble 'cause we on

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Caller
My little 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 with nines and Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper than them

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

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

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

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 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 liquor sto', and purchase gin
Some to make a practice lookin' hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

It's traditional, heavy ass for the
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't me you gonna resign
It's too 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 pull a like a bad tooth

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

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

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

cheap , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down
Made a name for by word 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 that you can 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 this? Oh, what dey
Oh, what dey know this? Oh, what dey know?

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

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

It's just some, 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 at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

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

My little young cousin' Mac 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, that and Shug singin'
"I I don't 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
nigga Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins
Kamikaze and the Mobb
I thought, they