Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First Verse [G-Quikk &

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 pursue it his pockets smell like body fluid,
niggas 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 talkin' nigga who me?

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

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a nigga 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 ain't ready for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, watch me throw on my first go-round,
our shit, properly did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' 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 nigga either,

Chorus & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

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

(x4)

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

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
Every move I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got what it takes to make eyes burn,
Hooked up in the fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress 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, runnin' in ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be lickin' the 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you mean you know?
Mr. Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd it and walk around proud,
But tellin' no fables, on this label, eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the you from?

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 Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your extraordinary busta,
Another soldier out boot camp,
Bustin' you suckers

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

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

'cause I that type of nigga to get my...

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)