Luyện nghe bài hát Menensky Mobbin'

(Bizzy)
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe on muthafuckas
See, it's like the Mob, see
They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave
So the people go on the boat, you know what I'm sayin'?

(Shit, smoke, can a black man get some up in this place, man?)
(But I'm a black man in a man's world)
Fuck this

Oh, (Menesky!) mobbin'
mobbin', nigga
Oh, (Menesky!) mobbin'
Menensky mobbin',
Oh, Menensky (Menesky around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
mobbin', nigga
Oh, (Menensky!) mobbin'
Watts niggas with
And the four white thugs are from the
smokin' with love with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, run
mobbin' muthafucka!

(Bizzy)
Menensky mobbin' muthafucka Watts niggas
In Cali ready to riot and around
brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare my Capo
?? Gettin' wacko and smokin'
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I'll pat you too
My voodoo with that flip flow, don't make me blast you
Right you with the mask on, bitch
Sippin' the passion, get it twisted bitchafied
This bustin'
I'm properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job
Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no
You niggas' sloppy, don't copy, get popped, don't jock me--you're raw

(Chorus)
Oh, mobbin'
(I'm to get high muthafucka')
Oh, mobbin'
(You're over here and shit, man what the fuck's wrong with you?)
Oh, mobbin'
Man, we mobbin' on
You can't fuck with me
Watts niggas problems
And the four white are from the projects,
We smokin' chronic with love the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, run

(Bizzy)
Hock my
Fuck a bitch for the and Christmas gifts
When I'm lifted ridin' down the same niggas, the same shit
Workin' the graveyard shift back on where the broads flipped like a

And my raw trip in the line of duty
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the and my Lucciano's

Judge and jury my movie confuse me with other thugs
On a high speed say
Say don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste love
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, word
Sift my proberbs
And I heard that rockin' up birds
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, soldiers
Smokin' doja, suppose

(Chorus)
Oh, Menensky
(Menensky mobbin')
Oh, mobbin'
Oh, mobbin'
(Watts niggas. Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c'mon)
Oh, mobbin
niggas with problems
And the four white thugs are from the
We smokin' chronic with with the gun in the glove
Nigga run, nigga run, run

(Bizzy)
Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and shit
I'm on the chokin' bubonic, harmonic
blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
Fuck the Feds, the bitches instead
Step in the bedroom, I'm about to get some soon
She's wet in the
I'm kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, till the sun up
up, done up, shut up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful
Well why the I feel so much pain stressin' my brain?
Let the pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
With visions in May on how I played dad
say that and criticize yourself, I'm'a tell the truth
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the enemies deadly
And shoot if you
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, normal
Eventually your called through the portal and muthafucka fall
Here's a quarter to call your

Oh, mobbin'
(Nigga, mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c'mon!)
Oh, mobbin'
Oh, mobbin', Watts niggas with problems
And the four thugs are from the projects
Whoo!
We're smokin' chronic with and the gun in the glove
run, nigga run, nigga run
For
(Menensky niggas world wide
Are you down with the Menensky Getready for war)