Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

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

(Mic muthaf-cka up)
Minaj]
Okay, I get money
I get like a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but that bitch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to
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
you in the game for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in Kingston up bricks and shit
Intervention bitch I pay ya
Oh you say what? I pay attention
these niggas want it
I put my on it
You know the tattoo's got initials on it
I put the on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then off in the Ghost
Bitch I do the

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