Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this tonight
Me & my 'Cise....
We done hooked some shit up for y'all...
And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard

Verse [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:

I had of you niggas who that I couldn't, do it

Do

Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, to get to it
Fuuuuuck how y'all do it,
She quick to it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,
niggas be walkin' up at the line,
Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I the shit

BITCH I THE SHIT!!!!!

Ain't you can do to me

What this muthafucka about nigga who me?

Yeah you, who see?
I'm bout'z to gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,
Bout time your ass,
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map bitch ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How it took?

It took a nigga muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in fact now is jealous,
Y'all niggas don't me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and then I may get they bloody,
Your nutty,
Aw, y'all ain't ready for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, watch me throw down on my go-round,
Here's our shit, did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, about me? Jealous man, you're done,
it, it's all good,
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not nigga either, understood?

Chorus [Mystikal &

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

Only way to my muthafuckin' name
Out your muthafuckin'
Is to keep your muthafuckin' SHUT!

(x4)

Second Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, &

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
Every that I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got what it takes to your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress better than a dealer,
when I jump shop I'm on my job nigga,
20/20 see me

Who

Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be......

Follow me now, sesame,
You niggas ready for the best of me,
I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you a hysterectomy,
I'm up fast, runnin' in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think nigga be lickin' the pussy 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you mean you know?
Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and around proud,
But no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot clicc,
And now time for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow and respect the South shit,
Get mouth split,
That's what thing you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Critic, the only way to keep my muthafuckin' name,
From out your mouth,
Is to your muthafuckin' mouth SHUT!

G's oh, a G so,
Want me to creep these I'ma keep these hoes,
On they toes,
Shovin' that dick all in daughter,
Called a nigga, a nigga,
Sucked a dick

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not everyday extraordinary busta,
Another out that boot camp,
you dick suckers

From walkin' round town tryin' to Michelle,
Hit slow like you jump now nigga

Ain't nothin' colder, ain't cooler...
Ooh! Don't let the ice fool ya

'cause I that type of nigga to get my...

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)