Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I up & get bread
I don't give two fucks bout she said
Cause the M.O.B is how we live
So she just a beat like the
The game's in area, turn it it up in your stereo
Here we go back on shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the paper chase, like the on pursuit
Got some pills in the & I think she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee that they rockin' Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I back the crew
& they all to go! ready 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 make your chick try out
If you wanna find out, ill teach yo ass a
Treat her like a I'm talking full session
Never in love, because its all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit, ain't no half

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

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

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

[Verse 1:

Later on still countin'
Got your girlfriend than a fountain is
All she is a young nigga gettin' it?
Take her home & she ride on magic mountian shit
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of amount this shit
Coming straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it
Feel like I'm loosing my whip crazy, I'm a
Come & get some of this Break hooligan
He hatin' on me, how of him
My city here, how coolest of him
We all in the building, we it in
shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget?
The more money I make, the more I spend
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 down to Mob

I tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

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

3: IamSu]
BANG on them homies
Young got that old bread
Walk in the mall ball some, head
Mobbin' all night no bed..
Holla when you see me, be her wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I appear a Genie
promoters I'mma need a few racks if you wanna see me
Hundreds of phoney 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 respected by the old
Yeah I it, but never sold one
without a Trojan
I was blowing the Doja, higher satellites
& I got the game on lock, might be or write

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

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