Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First Verse & 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 his pockets smell like body fluid,
Some niggas be 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 muthafucka talkin' about nigga who me?

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

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How it took?

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 niggas 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, me throw down on my first go-round,
our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, about me? Jealous 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. Critic

Get one

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

(x4)

Second Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, &

Roll a tank,
cold like a shake,
Every move I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got what it to make your eyes burn,
up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I better than a drug dealer,
'cause when I jump 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 for the best 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 think this nigga be lickin' the pussy 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you you don't know?
Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' 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 eaters allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

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 mouth split,
That's thing that you can do up with this chemistry,
The Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my name,
out your muthafuckin' mouth,
Is to keep your mouth 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,
a nigga, fucked a nigga,
Sucked a dick

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your everyday busta,
Another soldier out that camp,
you dick suckers

From walkin' round tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow like you jump now nigga

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch another hit

(2x)