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 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 the microphone and let him kill it
Give the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G from the hall so the maggot won't
And plus I'm packin' punches keep a good grip
My homies call me Bone the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and keep the bitches on my
You sorry sap still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the and in the slum
And don't be caught slippin' while we the 4
'Cause grab his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And we make a dash and put that ass in the air
True checkin' done by the true player
I'm headed to the cut straight chronic in my pock
make 'em kill 'em 'cause I'm servin' 'em spot
And how it's done I keep it flowin' like a sailor
My beats are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck
Then I call the Juvy I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry 'bout a damn we got the end, we loot

Then call me Mr. when I'm chillin' in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit when I'm runnin' from the
And the bitches me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I that I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a buck
Boom boom, is the sound of my
'Cause I'm a nigga with a gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga makin' fall
A nigga from the streets hangin' in the fuckin'
I where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And when it comes to music put on MC Ren
Now everybody and the bitches gettin' freaky
Took a trick to the now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass like a fuckin' groupie
I'm now I cleans up and call my nigga Juvy
Headin' downstairs my niggaz me a 4-O
Smokin' the extension you it's the indo
Now I'm feelin' high like I'm on a cloud
The that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga that they J-Rock
The goin' 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 chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet vest
Matters gettin' worse if I have to the dogs
Beat ya in your yellin' till ya hit the hall
So smalls, get your 9 and your clip
And let motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click