Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

First [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
how y'all niggas do it,
She quick to pursue it til' his pockets smell body fluid,
niggas 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 muthafucka talkin' about 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 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 niggas 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 down on my go-round,
Here's our shit, properly did it and now evicted,
Now it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' 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 that nigga, I'm not that either, understood?

Chorus [Mystikal &

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

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

(x4)

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

Roll a tank,
cold like a shake,
Every move I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it takes to your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, 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 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 lickin' on the down-low?
Now if I'd did it, I'd admit it and walk proud,
But no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be around the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the camp clicc,
And now it's time for rest of you
to bow down and the South shit,
Get mouth split,
That's what thing you can do up with this chemistry,
The Boot Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the

You all on my dick, hun

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

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

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

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

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

Ain't colder, ain't 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 smash hit

(2x)