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 heard

Verse [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:

I had plenty of you niggas who 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 smell like body fluid,
Some niggas be 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 this muthafucka talkin' about who me?

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

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in fact now is jealous,
Y'all niggas don't 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, me throw down on my first go-round,
Here's our shit, did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, fuck yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, talk me? Jealous man, you're done,
it, it's 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 name
Out muthafuckin' mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' SHUT!

(x4)

Second Verse [G-Quikk, Mystikal, &

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
Every move I make,
Be smooth a, snake,
I got it takes to make your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, the pee-wee sideburns,
I dress than a drug dealer,
when I jump 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 ain't ready 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 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 no fables, on this label, pussy eaters ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot clicc,
And now it's for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow down and respect the shit,
Get mouth split,
That's what thing that you can do up with chemistry,
The Boot Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Hood Critic, the way to keep my muthafuckin' name,
From out your mouth,
Is to keep muthafuckin' 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,
Called a nigga, a nigga,
Sucked a lil'

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

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

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

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 smash hit

(2x)