Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, niggas doing it
School for the blind, I don't see these niggas it
I'm doing it and it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah by the bell
If you scared, go to I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me or tails
fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder the air
Rappers on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these bitches laying flowers cause the king is
T-Raw this is the new in ya ear
Niggas than baby hair
Why you acting tough, you work at Build-a-bear
I'ma a dealer all my come in deuce and pairs
I'm in the building I so light this muthaf-cker up
the funk you beezy's want
I'm ready to the car I call it ele-phunk
in the front
Man she give me good brain she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny till I numb
Yeah bitches want it
I put my on it
That 110 Sup', that Caliornia
Niggas want beef, me Tony Romo
You on the sofa
muthaf-ckas why you aint even trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on fly shit
And I'm with the business skip with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I'ma
Probably up in Paradise chillin like
Flow got a boner, you could say I'm on some shit
Bout to make the speaker

(Mic this up)
[Nicki
Okay, I get money
I get money a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but swear bitch a trip
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and
I be a nigga with a big ol' dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them
F-ck you in the game
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in Kingston kicking up and shit
Intervention I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don't pay
Yeah these want it
I put my on it
You know the got Nicki initials on it
I put the pussy on 'em, 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the
Bitch I do the

What the funk you beezy's
It aint your turn, have my money
like Big worm
Can't see you niggas, you like a germ
know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
See my like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl me fo'shure
That your concern
She about her other man, she will never learn
On a mic I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder than the
Winter fresher than a Will Smith
These coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters dirt
When it hurts you losers bruised up
Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up
Duck, rubber duck now you oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I give a f-ck