Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I up & get bread
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 in your area, turn it it up in your stereo
we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the paper chase, like the cops on
Got pills in the back & I think she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee that they with Su?
planned on bringing one, but then I brought back the crew
& they all ready to go! ready to out!
I just give the 2,1 go, homie I out
HBK the gang, gettin' money to lie bout
Type of dick, to make chick wanna try out
If you wanna find out, ill yo ass a lesson
Treat her like a studio I'm full session
Never in love, because its all about progression
On my Big Daddy Kane shit, no half steppin'

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

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

Mobbin'... Riding round dough (x4)

[Verse 1:

Later on still countin'
Got your wetter than a fountain is
All she is a young nigga gettin' it?
Take her home & she ride on some mountian shit
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of them amount shit
Coming straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it
Feel like I'm loosing my crazy, I'm a lunatic
Come & get some of this Heart Break
He on me, how foolish of him
My whole here, how coolest of him
We all in the building, we it in
shit like depend, crazy, how could you forget?
The money I make, the more money I spend
On my 9, I'm right next to the 10

Back to my money, I'm always on the
& I'm up all night, I'm down 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 gettin' dough (x4)

[Verse 3:
BANG BANG on homies
Young nigga got old bread
in the mall ball some, cold head
Mobbin' all night no bed..
Holla when you see me, be her wanna be me
Bet her homies fuck me, bet I appear like a Genie
Tell promoters need a few racks if you wanna see me
Hundreds of niggas 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 clothes 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 blowing the Doja, higher satellites
& I got the game on lock, 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)