Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I wake up & get
I don't two fucks bout what she said
Cause baby the M.O.B is how we
So she just a like the speed
The game's in your area, turn it it up in your
Here we go on that 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 with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I back the crew
& they all to go! ready to ride out!
I give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' money 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 fall in love, because its all progression
On my Big Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

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

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

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

1: IamSu]

Later on still ends
Got your wetter than a fountain is
All she want is a nigga gettin' it?
Take her & she ride on some 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 my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get of this Heart Break hooligan
He hatin' on me, how of him
My whole city here, how of him
We all in the building, we it in
This shit like depend, crazy, how could you
The more I make, the more money I spend
On my number 9, I'm next to the 10

to my money, I'm always on the grind
& I'm up all night, I'm always 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 round dough (x4)

3: IamSu]
BANG on them homies
Young nigga got old bread
Walk in the ball some, cold head
all night like no bed..
Holla when you see me, be her wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I like a Genie
Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you see me
of phoney niggas huh
Cause im on son, I'm on son
Where the hoes at? you should phone
Swagger on a mil, where'd you get your clothes from?
& where'd you meet she a cold one!
Yeah I'm a G, but by the old ones
Yeah I bought it, but never one
Never a Trojan
I was the Doja, higher than satellites
& I got the on lock, might be reder or write

I ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all my profit
When you see me I be (x2)
talkin' bout?

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