Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Fuck Up

* (NOT Money -- MC Ren's brother)

My niggaz call me Grinch and yes I'm known to be a up
clip, folded sticks, my lifts and double cuffed up
Put my stick so nigga feel my pockets the dollar
'Cause they rock keep the in a private prison parlor
Grinch you did it, your ass really did it
Give Bone the and let him kill it
Bone the microphone and watch me beat you like a cop
Lil' G the hall so the maggot won't stop
And plus I'm packin' punches always keep a grip
My homies call me Bone the Whole Damn Click
I live like a mack and the bitches on my dick
You sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we all
The jackin' goin' on in the and in the slum
And don't be slippin' while we dippin' the 4
'Cause Ren'll his nine and watch him smoke 'em from the door
And then we make a dash and put ass in the air
True checkin' by the true fuckin' player
I'm headed to the cut with straight chronic in my
Rainin' make 'em kill 'em I'm servin' 'em spot
And that's how done I keep it flowin' like a sailor
My are large my feats are star, some called me Chuck Taylor
I call the Juvy 'cause I know we gotta Coupe
Don't worry a damn we got the end, we gettin' loot

Then call me Mr. Dopeman when I'm in the spot
My niggaz call me Bishop I'm rollin' with my glock
The crackers call me bandit I'm runnin' from the cops
And the call me daddy when I'm tearin' up the cock
Yo the title's Mr. Fuck up so I figure I'm fucked
Got no luck, shit, gotta go and earn a buck
Boom boom, is the of my cannon
'Cause I'm a nigga with a gun master plannin'
I'm a crazy ass nigga motherfuckers fall
A nigga the streets hangin' in the fuckin' hall
I where we smoke bud and niggaz get bent
And it comes to music put on MC Ren shit
Now everybody chillin' and the bitches freaky
Took a trick to the now she gots ta lick me
Lickin' out my ass hole like a fuckin'
I'm through now I up and call my nigga Juvy
Headin' downstairs my hand me a 4-O
Smokin' the extension you know it's the
Now I'm feelin' high I'm sittin' on a cloud
The that we kick I guess we live our lives foul
Beware of the nigga they call J-Rock
The party's goin' through but I got my glock
I'm watchin' for the bad in every bunch
And if it's necessary we can thump
Or get a fuckin' pump, put a in your chest
Slugs goin' straight through a bullet proof
Matters gettin' worse if I have to the dogs
Beat ya in your face yellin' till ya hit the
So smalls, get your fuckin' 9 and your
And let motherfuckers know what's up on the Whole Click