Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I wake up & get
I don't give two fucks bout what she
Cause the M.O.B is how we live
So she just a like the speed
The in your area, turn it it up in your stereo
we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the paper chase, like the on pursuit
Got some pills in the back & I she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee they rockin' with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I brought the crew
& they all ready to go! to ride out!
I just the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' nothin' to lie bout
Type of dick, to your chick wanna try out
If you wanna out, ill teach yo ass a lesson
her like a studio I'm talking full session
Never in love, because its all about progression
On my Big Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right back to my money, I'm always on the
& I'm up all night, I'm always to Mob

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all my profit
When you see me I be (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

Mobbin'... Riding gettin' dough (x4)

[Verse 1:

Later on still ends
Got girlfriend wetter than a fountain is
All she want is a young nigga it?
her home & she ride on some magic mountian shit
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount this
Coming straight up of the rich, nigga we as it gets
Feel like I'm my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get of this Heart Break hooligan
He on me, how foolish of him
My city here, how coolest of him
We all in the building, we it in
This like depend, crazy, how could you forget?
The more money I make, the more money I
On my number 9, I'm right to the 10

Back to my money, I'm always on the
& I'm up all night, I'm always to Mob

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm all about my profit
When you see me I be (x2)
Ya-i'm talkin'

Mobbin'... Riding round gettin' (x4)

[Verse 3:
BANG BANG on homies
Young nigga got old bread
Walk in the mall ball some, head
Mobbin' all night no bed..
when you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me
Bet her wanna fuck me, bet I appear like a Genie
promoters I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see me
Hundreds of niggas huh
Cause im on son, I'm on son
Where the hoes at? you should some
on a mil, like where'd you get your clothes from?
& where'd you her? she a cold one!
Yeah I'm a G, but by the old ones
Yeah I it, but never sold one
Never a Trojan
I was blowing the Doja, higher than
& I got the on lock, might be reder or write

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my
When you see me I be (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

Mobbin'... Riding gettin' dough (x4)