Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I wake up & get
I don't two fucks bout what she said
Cause the M.O.B is how we live
So she a beat like the speed
The in your area, turn it it up in your stereo
Here we go on that shit, to make the Bay go hysterical
Then we lay on the chase, like the cops on pursuit
Got some in the back & I think she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee that rockin' with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I brought the crew
& they all ready to go! to ride out!
I just the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, money nothin' 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 about
On my Big Kane shit, ain't no half steppin'

Then I'm right 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 my profit
you see me I be Mobbin' (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

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

1: IamSu]

Later on still countin'
Got your girlfriend wetter than a is
All she want is a nigga gettin' it?
Take her home & she ride on some mountian shit
Whole bunch of rapper, but don't none of amount this shit
straight up of the rich, nigga we real as it gets
Feel like I'm my whip crazy, I'm a lunatic
& get some 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 depend, crazy, how could you forget?
The more money I make, the more I spend
On my number 9, I'm next to the 10

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
BANG BANG on homies
nigga got that old bread
Walk in the mall some, cold head
Mobbin' all like 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 I'mma need a few if you wanna see me
of phoney niggas huh
Cause im on son, I'm on son
Where the hoes at? you should phone
on a mil, like where'd you get your clothes from?
& where'd you her? she a cold one!
I'm a G, but respected by the old ones
Yeah I it, but never sold one
Never without a
I was blowing the Doja, than satellites
& I got the game on lock, be reder or write

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

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