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 get this crackin' 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 we do, all day like this)

now
(Get crackin' den)
a drought on
(Now)

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

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

I likes to drink out the
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? my novel
When, I was years old
Straight dope game, I was

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

Yeah, I'm a hustler, remember 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 have it in a major way after I was on the night 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 Zima's and forked

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

They nose, them domes
and shakin' the neighborhood up, disturbin' homes
Ridin' on rims, Reyimmms, slidin' through stop
Just them action films

Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding and fines
myself 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 some that you can listen to, one mo' gen
you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some to a nigga practice 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
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your

I said, no not me, I stop
do it for my Tupac
Sober see, that 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 of nowhere next to a phone booth
Stranded freezin' to

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

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

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

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

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
Some to make a nigga lookin' hard
Some for all my folkers on the

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

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

Collaborated with my, Sam
Professor up on this track
They nose up like
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 some that you can listen 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 out, we mobbin' out, Suga T
(Ay, gurl?)

(D-Shot?)

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

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

from A-1
They doin' it that 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 with Mobb
They head that

My little young cousin' Mac up in this
the V-Town I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, ass can B
(Sic-wid-it nigga)

C-Bo, that Otis and Shug singin'
"I hope I go back to slangin' llello" on they ass
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac
That K-1, Gino, Smitty, The Funk up in this ass

heads up like this
V-Town nigga Millersville I you thought
(Uh, huh)
Yeah, my Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb
I thought, thought