Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear of that Mobb
Make it like a gorilla tryin' to get up out the trunk
(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)
Magazine Street, Hillside
(This is we do, all day like this)

now
(Get this den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

I might be and I rap
But, a hundred worth 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 Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen old
dope game, I was told

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

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember that? Mr. 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 have it in a major way after I was on the late grind
Strapped nines and Desert Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper than them

on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and went to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they and forked toes

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
myself 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

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

It's traditional, heavy ass for the
I got more bass in my rock, Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you 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, can't be
I been all day since six o'clock
I pull a like a bad tooth

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

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

But I'ma teach ya how to with 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?)
Employee of the

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

Some cheap , Marriot's 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 just some that you can 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

Hah, oh, dey know?
Oh, what dey about this? Oh, what dey know?
Oh, what dey 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 up like this
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 that you can to, one mo' gen
you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase 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 Tyrone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

My little cousin' Mac Mall up in this
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 go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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