Luyện nghe bài hát Muthafuckka Up

YMCMB, rawest niggas it
School for the blind, I don't see these doing it
I'm doing it and doing it and it well
Niggas wanna me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bitch, yeah 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
fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder the air
shittin' on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these bitches flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer than baby
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
the funk you beezy's want
I'm to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
in the front
Man she give me good brain she feel dumb
I just keep going like the till I feel numb
these bitches want it
I put my on it
110 Sup', that Ferrari Caliornia
Niggas want beef, call me Romo
You on the sofa
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you even trying
or die trying, why you niggas aint died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly
And I'm with the skip peon with a ty clip
on the flight yeah I'ma trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like
Flow got a boner, you say I'm on some harder shit
Bout to make the speaker

(Mic this up)
[Nicki
Okay, really I get
I get money like a
She aint gon' win the war but swear that a trip
You see how the get to dancing
Yeah, ya short, get some pants and shit
I be with a nigga a big ol' dick
Yeah I like them balls you be them bricks
you in the game for?
Bitch we up three sippin' this game
'em listen, couple bad bitches's
Out in Kingston up bricks and shit
Intervention I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I pay attention
Yeah these niggas it
I put my on it
You know the got Nicki initials on it
I put the on 'em, cook 'em a pot roast
Then pull off in the
I do the most

What the you beezy's want?
It aint your turn, better my money
Friday like Big
Can't see you niggas, you a little germ
Bitches know I'm excellent Mr Burns
See my like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya with me fo'shure
That aint your
She forgot about her other man, she will never
On a mic till I die, RIP huh
Yessir, colder than the
Winter fresher a Will Smith T-Shirt
spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like
When it leave you losers bruised up
Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up
Duck, rubber duck now you oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I give a f-ck