Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

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

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 to the blunt, time to get to it
Fuuuuuck how niggas do it,
She quick to pursue it til' his pockets like body fluid,
Some be walkin' up at the line,
job then slob on my knob, bitch I been 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 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 just to a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in now niggas is jealous,
Y'all don't faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and I may get they lips bloody,
back nutty,
Aw, niggas ain't ready for me,
But if you me, who clamps?
I'm shell-bound, watch me throw on my first go-round,
Here's our shit, properly did it and now evicted,
Now admit it, fuck yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
You're all on my hun,
Get one, one,
son, talk about me? Jealous man, you're done,
Fuck it, all good,
I'm not nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either, understood?

[Mystikal & G-Quikk]

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)

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

Roll a tank,
Comin' cold a shake,
Every that I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it takes to make your burn,
up in the jazzy fifth, with the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress better a drug dealer,
'cause when I jump 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 for the best of me,
I'm takin' you niggas and givin' you bitches a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, in more ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think 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 around proud,
But tellin' no fables, on this label, eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be around the mountain like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

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

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to my muthafuckin' name,
out your 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 they toes,
that dick all in your daughter,
Called a nigga, a nigga,
Sucked a lil'

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not your everyday busta,
soldier out that boot camp,
Bustin' you dick

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

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

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

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)