Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First [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 niggas do it,
She to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,
Some be walkin' 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 this muthafucka about nigga who me?

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

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How it took?

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

Chorus [Mystikal &

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

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

(x4)

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

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
move that I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the sideburns,
I better than a drug dealer,
'cause when I shop I'm on my job nigga,
couldn't 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 you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I'm up fast, runnin' in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this be lickin' the pussy 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you you don't know?
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 this label, eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be around the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

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

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

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

From round town tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow shit you jump now nigga

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)