Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

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 to the blunt, time to get to it
how y'all niggas do it,
She quick to pursue it til' his pockets like body fluid,
Some be walkin' up at the line,
Blow job then slob on my knob, bitch I been the

BITCH I THE SHIT!!!!!

Ain't you can do to me

What this muthafucka talkin' about 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 it took?

It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in now niggas is jealous,
niggas don't faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and I may get they lips bloody,
Your 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,
Here's our shit, properly did it and now evicted,
Now admit it, that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done,
Fuck it, all good,
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that either, understood?

[Mystikal & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

Only way to my muthafuckin' name
Out your mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' 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 your burn,
Hooked up in the fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress better a drug dealer,
'cause I jump 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 ain't 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 this nigga be lickin' the 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you you don't know?
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 tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the like "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 your split,
what thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

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

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

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch another hit

(2x)