Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

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

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

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

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

I be rich and I rap
But, a hundred dollars worth of stamps for 45 dollars
Nigga fat, I fin' to bite on that
I on stuff, a cup

I likes to out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? Secure my
When, I was years old
Straight game, I was told

I had them hoes stealin' clothes for me, boostin' and sellin' they
That's how it's 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, that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Me on the money motivated mission

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

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

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

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

Watch me no to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving 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, I can relate to

It's just 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
Some for all my folkers on the

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

I said, no not me, I stop
I'ma do it for my
Sober see, that be
I been pervin' all day six o'clock
I pull a bootch a bad tooth

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

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

But I'ma ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay
I used to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I a punk
I at Mickey D's
(What did you make?)
of the Month

Livin' above my means that's a lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for 20

Some , Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up South
Made a name for by word of mouth

It's just some, 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
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor up on this track
They up like this
Where that Sojourn at, 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 that you can to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and some gin
Some to make a practice lookin' hard
for all my folkers on the boulevard

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

There go Max and that
the R&B singer on they ass
Gonna they nose 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)

Cousin C-Bo, that Otis and singin'
"I hope I don't go to slangin' llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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