Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to some of that Mobb
Make it sound like a gorilla to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well get this crackin' 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 about 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 dollars 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 with Donald Duck ? Secure my
When, I was years old
dope game, I was told

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

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember 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 major way after I was on the late grind
Strapped with nines and Eagles
Me and my weeples come deeper than skinny

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

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

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

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding and fines
Giving up to the Elroy's
time on the weekends, all up in the county writin' rhymes

It's some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, that 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 lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

traditional, heavy ass for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna
too early for this, dude 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 bootch like a bad

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

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

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

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

Some cheap , Great America
Mean hooked me up down South
Made a name for by word of mouth

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
Make you stop at the sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice lookin'
for all my folkers on the boulevard

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

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

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Bosstigili up on this track
They nose up this
Where Sojourn at, whattup boy?

just some, that you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can to

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

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

(D-Shot?)

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

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

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

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

My little young 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 and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go back to slangin' llello" on 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
and the Mobb Unit
I thought, thought