Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Hood Critic

Unh....yeah...
I got that Boot Camp in this muthafucka tonight
Me & my 'Cise....
We hooked some smooth shit up for y'all...
And we bout to down in this bitch, ya heard mes?

Verse [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:

I had plenty of you who that I couldn't, do it

Do

Grab the pen and the paper, put the fire to the blunt, to get to it
Fuuuuuck how y'all do it,
She to pursue it til' his pockets smell like body fluid,
niggas be walkin' up at the line,
Blow job then on my knob, bitch I been the shit

BITCH I THE SHIT!!!!!

Ain't you can do to me

What this muthafucka about nigga who me?

Yeah you, said who
I'm bout'z to gash, drivin' 'em out quick fast,
Bout your muthafuckin' ass,
Put a nigga on the map with'cha bitch ass

Wit'cha ass

Takin' how

How long it

It took a nigga thirteen muthafuckin' just to make a rap song.
But I'm on my winnings, in now niggas is jealous,
niggas don't faze me,
gone...hate me,
Bust up and then I may get they bloody,
back nutty,
Aw, y'all niggas ain't for me,
But if you want me, who
I'm shell-bound, watch me down on my first go-round,
Here's our shit, did it and now you're evicted,
Now admit it, that yin-yang, you talkin' behind my back Mr. Hood Critics,
all on my dick hun,
Get one, one,
Shit son, talk about me? man, you're done,
it, it's all good,
I'm not that nigga, I'm not that nigga, I'm not nigga either, understood?

[Mystikal & G-Quikk]

You're all on my hun

Mr. Hood

Get one

Only way to keep my muthafuckin'
Out your mouth
Is to keep your muthafuckin' SHUT!

(x4)

Second [G-Quikk, Mystikal, & J-Dawg]:

Roll a tank,
Comin' cold a shake,
Every that I make,
Be like a, snake,
I got what it to make your eyes burn,
Hooked up in the jazzy fifth, with the sideburns,
I dress than a drug dealer,
'cause I jump shop I'm on my job nigga,
20/20 see me

Who

Q to the U to the I to the K, K, I be......

Follow me now, sesame,
You niggas ain't for the best of me,
I'm takin' you niggas nuts and givin' you a hysterectomy,
I'm comin' up fast, runnin' in ass,
as glass,
Bitch you might think this nigga be the pussy 'cause my tongue fast,
Hoe, but a no-no,
Oh, you mean you don't
Mr. Hood Critic told you what? I'm lickin' pussy on the
Now if I'd did it, I'd it and walk around proud,
But tellin' no fables, on this label, pussy ain't allowed,
Now I be comin' around the mountain "Oh Susanna"

Nigga where the fuck you

New Orleans, Louisiana,
Home of the boot clicc,
And now it's for rest of you muthafuckas
to bow and respect the South shit,
Get your split,
That's what thing that you can do up this chemistry,
The Camp Clicc is droppin' bombs on the industry

You all on my dick, hun

Mr. Hood Critic, the only way to keep my name,
From out muthafuckin' mouth,
Is to keep your muthafuckin' SHUT!

G's oh, a G so,
Want me to creep these hoes? keep these hoes,
On they toes,
Shovin' dick all in your daughter,
a nigga, fucked a nigga,
Sucked a dick

BUT GET A QUARTER!!!!!

I'm not everyday extraordinary busta,
Another soldier out that camp,
Bustin' you dick

From round town tryin' to call Michelle,
Hit slow shit you jump now nigga

Ain't nothin' colder, nothin' cooler...
Ooh! let the smooth ice fool ya

'cause I ain't type of nigga to get my...

Ass

Caught 'em

hit

Cha-CHING!

Bitch smash hit

(2x)