Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

now
(Get crackin' den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

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

I likes to out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen 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 nature I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull
We do 'cause 'cause we dump on

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

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

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

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

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

me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county 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 some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a nigga practice hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

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

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom 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 that's a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my video for 20 bucks

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Mean Green hooked me up down
a name for myself 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

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

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 up in this
The of weebleizations
Head Above productions

with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor 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
you stop at the liquor 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)
Muggzy, Keveo
(You know)

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

D-Day A-1
doin' it like that down they ass
The Resevoir Hoggs up in
(All day smashin')

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

My little 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 Otis and singin'
"I hope I 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 like
V-Town Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my Down-n-Dirty
and the Mobb Unit
I thought, they