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 get this crackin' then)
duper super duper, trunk rattlin'
(That's what I'm 'bout)

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

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

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

I might be and I rap
But, a dollars worth of food stamps 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 Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was years old
Straight game, I was told

I had them stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they body
how it's 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 that? Mr. Flamboyant
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, 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 night grind
Strapped nines and Desert Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper them skinny

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

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving up to the Elroy's
Doing 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 some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

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

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

But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new
You wanna 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
Po-po's raid, I got an
Shot my first video for 20

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Mean Green me up down South
Made a for myself by word 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 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, what dey
Oh, what dey know this? Oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey know about this? Oh, what dey

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

with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor up on this track
nose up like this
Where that Sojourn at, whattup

It's just some, that you can 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 practice lookin'
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)

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

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

My little young 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)

C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go to slangin' llello" on they 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 you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my cousins
Kamikaze and the Unit
I thought, they