Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Fuck Up

* (NOT Cash Money -- MC brother)

My niggaz call me and yes I'm known to be a fuck up
clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets with the
they rock 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 the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a grip
My homies me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my
You sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and where we all from
The goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And be caught slippin' while we dippin' the 4
Ren'll grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true fuckin'
I'm headed to the cut straight chronic in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em
And that's how it's done I keep it flowin' like a
My beats are large my feats are star, called me Chuck Taylor
Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin'

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