Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

I be rich 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 Donald Duck ? my novel
When, I was fifteen old
Straight dope game, I was

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' body
how it's supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull
We do trouble 'cause we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

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

just some, that you can ride 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 liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
Some for all my 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 tell me you gonna
It's too early for this, dude you in 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

the cheapest 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 hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me it
I they say that I been givin' up too much game

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

Livin' above my that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an
my first video 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 some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

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

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

With this here, we mobbin' out, we 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 it like that down they ass
The Resevoir up in this
(All day smashin')

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

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

Cousin C-Bo, that and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go back to slangin' llello" on 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 thought you
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Unit
I thought, thought