Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

I to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my
When, I was years old
dope game, I was told

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 to pull triggers
We do trouble 'cause we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, that I can to

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

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

I said, no not me, I stop
do it for my Tupac
Sober see, that be
I been pervin' all day six o'clock
I pull a like a bad tooth

With the cheapest econo lodge a me can find
Drop her off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone
freezin' to death

Empty can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason
It's game orienfested, let me it
I know they say that I givin' up too much game

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

Some , Marriot's Great America
Green hooked me up down South
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 some 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
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 of weebleizations up in this
The board of
Head Above Water

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor up on this track
They nose up like
Where that 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 that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga 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)
Muggzy, Keveo
(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 Hoggs up in
(All day smashin')

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

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

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

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