Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

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

(Mic muthaf-cka up)
Minaj]
Okay, I get money
I get money a bitch
She aint gon' win the war but that bitch a trip
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya short, get some pants and shit
I be a nigga with a big ol' dick
Yeah I them balls you be shooting them bricks
F-ck you in the for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this four
Tell 'em listen, couple bad
Out in Kingston kicking up and shit
Intervention bitch I pay ya
Oh you say what? I don't pay
these niggas want it
I put my on it
You the tattoo's got Nicki 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 your turn, better have my money
Friday Big worm
Can't see you niggas, you like a little
know I'm excellent like Mr Burns
See my like Butter churn
churn and ya girl with me fo'shure
That aint your
She forgot her other man, she will never learn
On a mic till I die, RIP huh
Yessir, than the Pittsburgh?
Winter fresher than a Will Smith
These coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters dirt
When it hurts leave you bruised up
Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up
Duck, rubber now you like oh shucks
Tell the I don't give a f-ck