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 this bitch, ya mes?

First Verse & Mystikal]:

I had of you niggas 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 to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,
Some niggas be up at the line,
Blow job then 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 bout'z to make gash, drivin' 'em out fast,
Bout time your ass,
Put a on the muthafuckin' map with'cha bitch ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a thirteen muthafuckin' years 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,
Your nutty,
Aw, y'all niggas ain't 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 admit it, fuck that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. 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 that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga either,

Chorus [Mystikal &

You're all on my hun

Mr. Critic

Get one

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

(x4)

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

Roll a tank,
Comin' like a shake,
Every move I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it to make your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the 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 niggas ain't ready for the 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 pussy my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you you don't know?
Mr. Hood told you what? 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 comin' around the like "Oh Susanna"

Nigga the fuck you from?

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot clicc,
And now time for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow down and respect the shit,
Get mouth split,
That's what thing 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 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 these hoes? I'ma keep hoes,
On tippy-tippy 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,
soldier out that boot camp,
Bustin' you suckers

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

Ain't colder, ain't nothin' 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 another hit

(2x)