Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

I likes to drink out the
Mix Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was years old
Straight dope game, I was

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' 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 'cause we on

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

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

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

Starwise, with the helicopter
My down south thugs call 'em elbows, heads
With the personalized license plates with the bump

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

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding and fines
Giving myself up to the
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, that I can to

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by word of

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

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

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor up on this track
They nose up like
that 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 some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a practice lookin' hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

With 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)

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
they nose with that Mobb
They like that

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

C-Bo, that Otis and Shug 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, thought