Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:

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

Do

Grab the pen and the paper, put the to the blunt, time to get to it
Fuuuuuck how niggas do it,
She quick to pursue it his pockets smell like body fluid,
Some niggas be 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 talkin' about who me?

Yeah you, said who
I'm bout'z to make gash, 'em out quick fast,
Bout your muthafuckin' ass,
Put a on the muthafuckin' map with'cha bitch ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How it took?

It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' years to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in now niggas is jealous,
Y'all niggas faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and then I may get lips bloody,
Your nutty,
Aw, y'all niggas ready for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, watch me throw on my first go-round,
our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. 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 that nigga either,

[Mystikal & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

Only way to keep my name
Out your mouth
Is to keep your mouth SHUT!

(x4)

Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg]:

Roll a tank,
cold like a shake,
Every that I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your 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 ain't for the best of me,
I'm takin' you nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you mean you don't
Mr. Hood told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk proud,
But no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

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

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your everyday busta,
Another soldier out boot camp,
Bustin' you dick

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

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

'cause I ain't type of nigga to get my...

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)