Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

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

(Mic muthaf-cka up)
Minaj]
Okay, really I get
I get money a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but swear that bitch a
You see how the diamonds get to
Yeah, ya money short, get pants and shit
I be with a nigga a big ol' dick
Yeah I like balls you be shooting them bricks
F-ck you in the game
Bitch we up three sippin' this four
'em listen, couple bad bitches's
Out in Kingston up bricks and shit
Intervention bitch I pay ya
Oh you say what? I don't pay
Yeah niggas want it
I put my on it
You know the tattoo's got Nicki 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 want?
It aint turn, better have my money
like Big worm
Can't see you niggas, you a little germ
Bitches know I'm excellent like Mr
See my like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl me fo'shure
That aint concern
She forgot about her other man, she will learn
On a mic till I die, RIP huh
Yessir, colder than the
Winter than a Will Smith T-Shirt
spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, first, got shooters like dirt
When it leave you losers bruised up
Lee nunchucks
Toe the floor up though
Duck, rubber now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don't a f-ck