Luyện nghe bài hát Mobbin'

[Verse 1:
I wake up & get
I don't give two fucks 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
Here we go back on that shit, to make the Bay go
Then we lay on the paper chase, the cops on pursuit
Got some pills in the back & I she poppin' a few
Any way you guarantee that they with Su?
Only planned on bringing one, but then I brought the crew
& all ready to go! ready to ride out!
I give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' nothin' to lie bout
Type of dick, to your chick wanna try out
If you wanna find out, ill yo ass a lesson
Treat her like a studio I'm full session
Never fall in love, because its all 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 nobody, I'm just all about my profit
When you see me I be (x2)
Ya-i'm bout?

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

[Verse 1:

Later on still ends
Got your wetter than a fountain is
All she want is a nigga gettin' it?
Take her home & she ride on some magic mountian
Whole of rapper, but don't none of them amount this shit
Coming up of the rich, nigga we real as it gets
Feel like I'm loosing my whip crazy, I'm a
Come & get some of Heart Break hooligan
He hatin' on me, how of him
My whole here, how coolest 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 right to the 10

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

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

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

3: IamSu]
BANG BANG on homies
Young got that old bread
Walk in the ball some, cold head
all night like no bed..
Holla you see me, be her boyfriend wanna be me
Bet her homies wanna fuck me, bet I appear like a
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 phone some
Swagger on a mil, like you get your clothes from?
& you meet her? she a cold one!
Yeah I'm a G, but by the old ones
Yeah I it, but never sold one
without a Trojan
I was the Doja, higher than satellites
& I got the game on lock, might be reder or

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

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