Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

Verse [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:

I had plenty of you 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,
Some 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 talkin' about nigga who me?

Yeah you, said who
I'm bout'z to make gash, 'em out quick fast,
Bout your muthafuckin' ass,
Put a nigga on the muthafuckin' map 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 fact now is jealous,
Y'all don't faze 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, properly did it and now evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
You're all on my hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, talk 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,

Chorus & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

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

(x4)

Second Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, &

Roll a tank,
Comin' cold a shake,
Every move I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, the pee-wee sideburns,
I better than 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 ready for the of me,
I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, 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 mean you don't
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 tellin' no fables, on this label, eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

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

You all on my dick, hun

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

G's oh, a G so,
me to creep these hoes? I'ma keep these hoes,
On tippy-tippy 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 out that boot camp,
Bustin' you dick

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

Ain't nothin' colder, ain't 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)