Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

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

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

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

I likes to drink out the
Mix Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my novel
When, I was fifteen old
Straight game, I was told

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they
That's how supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
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, D-Shot the Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated

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

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

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

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

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 county writin'

It's just some, you can ride 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, ass for the mobb
I got bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your

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

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

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

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

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

Some cheap , Great America
Mean hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by 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
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor up on this track
They nose up this
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

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

With this here, we mobbin' out, we mobbin' out, T
(Ay, gurl?)

(D-Shot?)

B-Legit up in
(Yo, main)
Young Muggzy,
(You know)

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

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

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

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

C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'
"I hope I go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

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