Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I up & get bread
I don't give two fucks bout she said
baby the M.O.B is how we live
So she just a beat the speed
The game's in your area, it it up in your stereo
we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the chase, like the cops on pursuit
Got some pills in the back & I think she a few
Any way you guarantee that rockin' with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I back the crew
& they all ready to go! to ride out!
I give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' nothin' to lie bout
of dick, to make your chick wanna try out
If you wanna find out, ill yo ass a lesson
Treat her a studio I'm talking full session
Never in love, because its all about progression
On my Big Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

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

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

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

[Verse 1:

Later on still countin'
Got your girlfriend wetter a fountain is
All she want is a young gettin' it?
her home & 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
like I'm loosing my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get some of this Break hooligan
He on me, how foolish 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 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 ain't tryna hurt nobody, I'm just all about my
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm talkin'

Mobbin'... Riding round dough (x4)

[Verse 3:
BANG BANG on them
Young nigga got that old
Walk in the mall ball some, head
all night like no bed..
Holla you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna me, bet I appear like a Genie
Tell promoters I'mma need a few racks if you see me
Hundreds of phoney huh
im on son, I'm on patron son
Where the hoes at? you phone some
Swagger on a mil, like where'd you get your from?
& where'd you meet she a cold one!
Yeah I'm a G, but by the old ones
I bought it, but never sold one
Never without a
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 about my
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

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