Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm tryin' to hear of that Mobb
Make it sound like a tryin' to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get crackin' then)
duper super duper, trunk rattlin'
(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)

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

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

I likes to drink out the
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
how it's supposed to be by nature 'cause I'm naughty, naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we to pull triggers
We do 'cause 'cause we dump on

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money mission

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

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

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

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

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

It's just some, you can ride to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can relate to

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

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

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

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

Empty can it
Stubborn hella to reason with
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 my new invention
You might wanna pay
I to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I at Mickey D's
(What did you make?)
Employee of the

Livin' above my means a bald-faced lie
raid, I got an alibi
Shot my video for 20 bucks

cheap , Marriot's Great America
Mean hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by of mouth

It's just some, that you can to
Some, for you to to
Some, you can to
Some, I can to

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

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

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

with my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on track
They nose up like
Where that Sojourn at, boy?

It's just some, 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 at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
to make a nigga practice lookin' hard
Some for all my 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 ass Celly Cell
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Bone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

My young cousin' 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 and Shug singin'
"I hope I don't go to slangin' llello" on they ass
Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Mobb up in this ass

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