Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp Clicc in this muthafucka
Me & my 'Cise....
We hooked some smooth shit up for y'all...
And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya 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 to the blunt, time to get to it
Fuuuuuck how y'all 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, 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 to make gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,
Bout time your ass,
Put a nigga on the map with'cha bitch ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a thirteen muthafuckin' years just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in fact now is jealous,
Y'all niggas faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and then I may get they bloody,
back nutty,
Aw, y'all niggas ain't for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, me throw down on my first 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 about me? Jealous man, done,
it, it's all good,
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either,

Chorus [Mystikal &

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

Only way to keep my name
Out your mouth
Is to keep 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 fifth, with 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 niggas ain't ready for the of me,
I'm you niggas nuts and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might this nigga be lickin' 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 this label, pussy ain't allowed,
Now I be around the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot clicc,
And now it's for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow down and the South shit,
Get your split,
That's what thing that you can do up this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is 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 muthafuckin' SHUT!

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

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

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

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch another hit

(2x)