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, folded sticks, my lifts and double up
Put my so nigga feel my pockets with the dollar
they rock keep the stock in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, black ass really did it
Give Bone the and let him kill it
Give Bone the and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always a good grip
My homies me Bone from the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the on my dick
You sorry sap still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's we all from
The goin' on in the hood and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we the 4
'Cause Ren'll grab his nine and him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a and put that ass in the air
True done by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight in my pock
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm 'em spot
And that's how it's I keep it flowin' like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck
Then I call the Juvy 'cause I know we Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we gettin'

call me Mr. Dopeman 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 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 of my cannon
'Cause I'm a with a motherfuckin' gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' fall
A nigga from the streets in the fuckin' hall
I place we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the now she gots ta lick me
out my ass hole like a fuckin' groupie
I'm through now I cleans up and call my Juvy
Headin' my niggaz hand me a 4-O
Smokin' the you know it's the indo
Now I'm feelin' high I'm sittin' on a cloud
The dust that we I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga that they J-Rock
The party's through but I still got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad apples in every
And if necessary motherfucker we can thump
Or get a fuckin' pump, put a hole in your
Slugs goin' through a bullet proof vest
Matters gettin' worse if I have to drop the
Beat ya in face yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your
And let these motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole