Luyện nghe bài hát One More Gen

I'm to hear some of that Mobb
Make it like a gorilla tryin' 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)
Magazine Street, Hillside
(This is what we do, all day this)

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm just a hustler, that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot
My little sista T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission

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

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

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

They nose, fakin' them
Breakin' and shakin' the neighborhood up, homes
on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through stop signs
Just them action films

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

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

It's traditional, ass for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Eye Blind
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
do it for my Tupac
Sober see, that be
I pervin' 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 of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin' to

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

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

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

Some cheap , Marriot's America
Green 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 some you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to make a nigga practice hard
Some for all my folkers on the

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

Hella, the board of up in this
The board of
Head Water productions

Collaborated my, Sam Bosstigili
Professor up on this track
nose up like this
Where that Sojourn at, whattup

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

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 Celly
(Whassup? Whassup?)
My Big Tyrone
(Big Buddha)

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

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

My little young cousin' Mac Mall up in
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 back to slangin' llello" on ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

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