Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First Verse [G-Quikk &

I had of you niggas 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 slob on my knob, bitch I been the shit

BITCH I THE SHIT!!!!!

Ain't you can do to me

What muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me?

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

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

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

Chorus & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

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

(x4)

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

Roll a tank,
Comin' cold a shake,
Every that I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got what it takes to your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress than a drug dealer,
'cause when I 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 ain't ready for the best of me,
I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be the pussy 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you mean you don't
Mr. Hood Critic told you I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk proud,
But tellin' no fables, on label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the camp clicc,
And now it's time for rest of you
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' bombs on the

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your extraordinary busta,
Another soldier out that camp,
Bustin' you dick

From walkin' town tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow like shit you now nigga

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch another hit

(2x)