Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear some of Mobb
Make it sound like a tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, let's get this crackin' then)
Super duper super duper, trunk
(That's I'm talkin 'bout)

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

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

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

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

I to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? my novel
When, I was years 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 'cause we on

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

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

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

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

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

just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can relate to

It's just 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

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

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

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

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

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

Livin' above my means a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an
Shot my first video for 20

Some , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green me up down 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 just some that you can to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

Hah, oh, dey know?
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 with my, Sam
Bosstigili up on this track
They nose up this
Where that Sojourn at, boy?

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 sto', and purchase 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)
Muggzy, Keveo
(You know)

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

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

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

My little young 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)

C-Bo, that 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

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