Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Fuck Up

* (NOT Cash -- MC Ren's brother)

My niggaz call me and yes I'm known to be a fuck up
Loaded clip, sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my with the dollar
'Cause they keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your ass really did it
Give Bone the and let him kill it
Give the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a good
My homies call me Bone from the Whole Damn
I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my
You sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' we dippin' the 4
'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and watch him 'em from the door
And then we a dash and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin'
I'm to the cut with straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm 'em spot
And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Taylor
I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a we got the end, we gettin' loot

Then call me Mr. when I'm chillin' in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop when I'm with my glock
The crackers call me when I'm runnin' from the cops
And the bitches call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the
Yo the Mr. Fuck up so I figure that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and a quick buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my
'Cause I'm a nigga with a motherfuckin' gun plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' motherfuckers
A nigga from the hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I place where we smoke bud and get bent
And when it to music put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches gettin'
Took a trick to the room now she gots ta me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin'
I'm through now I cleans up and call my nigga
Headin' downstairs my hand me a 4-O
Smokin' the extension you know the indo
Now I'm feelin' high I'm sittin' on a cloud
The that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga that they call
The goin' through but I still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in bunch
And if it's motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' pump, put a in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet vest
gettin' worse if I have to drop the dogs
Beat ya in your yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your 9 and your clip
And let these motherfuckers know up on the Whole Click